Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jay Reed , by - A$AP Mob. Release date: 30.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jay Reed |
| Many snakes in the grass, faith in my past |
| December 21st coming straight for that ass |
| No gay slander, but I’m not a fan of |
| Bitch made niggas just posing for the cameras |
| We know who you really are, internet superstar |
| Mr. Orange leave your dog drowning in the reservoir |
| You could never get the best of us |
| Mac live yo neck ajar yeah, that is Hollywood repertoire |
| Niggas be acting, my niggas be wrapped in |
| Money and traffic, inglorious bastards |
| Mel Tarantino, Twelvy F Pachino |
| 6 inch blacks in my Tee by Marino |
| Some more with a Cee-Lo |
| Four, five, six pass me all that grip |
| Fly young fella, produce terror |
| Words to my mom, we gon' own this era |
| Clever with the password, don’t even ask for it |
| Twelvy know to blast first, even had a cash verse |
| Like a bank nigga, blowing on some dank |
| Getting higher than that plane shorty tell me what you think |
| 'bout a bachelor slash trapper slash rapper |
| All that fly shit come after, no pastor |
| Flow NASA, with my brother Nasty |
| I highly doubt I’ll let these niggas get past me |
| Cause there ain’t no such things as halfway crooks |
| Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook |
| Catch a nigga on the late night |
| While he with his bitch like Cam at the brake light |
| Cause there ain’t no such things as halfway crooks |
| Scared to death, he scared to look, he shook |
| Catch a nigga on the late night |
| Why a nigga slipping like Harold at the brake light |
| I’m only 19 but my mind is older |
| When this shit get for real my warm heart turn cold |
| Snuff a hipster rapper, knock the fucking chip off his shoulder |
| Later I have his main bitch coming over, she roll his weed |
| 'fore she do the deed, studio with a jar of weed |
| Tryna turn a couple raps into a couple hundred Gs |
| Living out my dreams, I feel like I ain’t slept in fucking weeks |
| Just to think this come from what I speak |
| Got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping whores |
| Know I keep it low-key like a motherfucking midget door |
| High school I was pitching pills, a couple niggas did the raw |
| Sitting on a couple P’s this rap shit was the other door |
| Yeah nigga chose it, now I got these hoes open |
| I fuck them, they tell they man their phone was broken |
| And I’m blowing on that potent whipping in the seven like it’s stolen |
| Lots of niggas me and my team was showin |
| And I’m riding east side till the spokes break |
| Leave the studio for a motherfucking smoke break |
| Get your main ho to come through for a throat break |
| Doing niggas like Ace, nigga |