[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
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 b*tch made n*ggas
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 pending n*ggas be acting,
My n*ggas be wrapped in, money and traffic, Inglorious bast*rds, 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 moms, we gon' own this era
Clever with the password, don't even ask for it
Twelvy know to blast First, even had a catch verse, like a bank n*gga, blowing on some dank
Getting higher than that plane, shorty tell me what you think, about a bachelor, slash trapper, slash rapper
All that fly sh*t come after, no pastor, flow NASA
With my brother nasty I hardly gotta let these n*ggas get past me
[Hook: A$AP Twelvyy]
Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks, scared to death, he scared to look, he shook
Catch a n*gga on the late night, while he with his b*tch like Kam at the brake Light
Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks, scared to death, he scared to look, he shook
Catch a n*gga on the late night, why a n*gga slipping like
Heron at the brake Light
[Verse 2: Da$h]
I'm only Nineteen, but my mind is older
When this sh*t get for real, my warm heart turn cold
Snuff hits the rapper not the chip off his shoulder
Later I have his main b*tch coming over
She roll his weed, before she do the deed
Studio with a Dar we, trying to turn a couple raps Into a couple hundred G's
Living out my dreams, I feel like I ain't slept in f*cking weeks
Just to think this came from what I speak
Got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping whores
Know I keep it low-key like a motherf*cking midget door
High school I was pimping pills, a couple n*ggas did the raw
Sitting on a couple P's this rap sh*t was the other door
Yeah n*gga chose it, now I got these hoes open
I f*ck 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 n*ggas tellin' me and my team was showin'
And I'm ridin' East side to the spokes great, leave the studio for a motherf*cking smoke break
Get your main ho to come through for a throat break
Doing n*ggas like Richy I'm out po, Ace n*gga
[Hook]
Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks, scared to death, he scared to look, he shook
Catch a n*gga on the late night, while he with his b*tch like Kam 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 n*gga on the late night, why a n*gga slipping like
Heron at the brake Light