Jordan Lafaver Snakes
All these people talking like they know me
Like yeah, that's my boy, that's my homie
Well when the f..ck did that happen
You see me out here trappin'
Now you wanna know what's happening
Get the f..ck out of my inbox with that fake talk
I can't talk that shit, don't entertain that shit
You were a hater then but you switched up on some snake type shit
Now that I'm doing the most, yeah
Now that I live on the coast, yeah
You wanna come in the boat
You wanna come on the road
Sorry that's not how it goes, yeah
Fifteen minutes in the spotlight now everybody my friend
I don't play games, so I don't keep score while you're playing pretend
What's that? You wanna chill now?
Man shut the f..ck up, you better chill now
Y'all had 24 years, sit down quit acting like a bitch now
'Cause I don't even rap but you're girlfriend saying damn white boy cold
I don't need a gun, 'cause I just dead 'em all with the white boy flow
Man I just do my thing, y'all better get on board
And I'm trying to be the king so back up before you on the floor
I pray pray pray, keep these snakes away from me
They say that they're my friends, trust there's reptiles underneath, oh yeah
So get gone, y'all not on the shit that I'm on
Y'all can't feel this, y'all can't steal this, yeah f..ck a fake one
I'm back on that Bryson Tiller shit, I'm on my trapsoul
Back on that sexy smooth shit, I'm on my J Cole
Back on that money making shit, I'm on my bankroll
With that Justin Timberlake, I'm hitting high notes
On my Weeknd shit, f..ck bitches on the low-low
In that all black whip creepin' real slow
Digits going up, haters be like that's enough
I'm just tryna' fill my cup, I ain't done, I ain't done no I'm that
White boy from the sticks, popping bands in Atlanta like I move bricks
That kid from the woods, moved to Detroit just a rep a new hood
Thought you said I'd never make it, models in my DM's half naked
Studio in the bedroom, that's wavy, this shit's amazing
So lord I pray pray pray, keep these snakes away from me
'Cause you might f..ck around and catch these hands, end up on TMZ
And I've been running the northeast since my deal with MTV
So all you fake ass artists shut the f..ck up, take a knee
I'm the king of this bitch, young boy rich, y'all ain't shit (sheesh)
On my grind, net worth high, get off my dick
Don't you say that we've been friends since way back
Don't you pretend you gave a shit what my name was, now I'm famous bitch
So lord I pray pray pray, keep these snakes away from me
They say that they're my friends, trust there's reptiles underneath, oh yeah
So get gone, y'all not on the shit that I'm on
Y'all can't feel this, y'all can't steal this, yeah f..ck a fake one
I'm back, I'm motherfucking back now, yeah
So tell your friends that I'm back in town, not the same man I don't f..ck around
So don't come at me with that fake shit 'cause I'm done with it, I'm done with it
I'm motherfucking back now, yeah
So tell your friends that I'm back in town, not the same man I don't f..ck around
So don't come at me with that fake shit 'cause I'm done with it
