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SNAPPED IN ME Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Lan
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Jorge Chivalan




Jay Lan - SNAPPED IN ME Lyrics
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I feel the hate in this bitch, you know, it's crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Put my respect at the top
Coupe inspected with no top
With no top
Slap tags on the Yukon
Drive around the city
Keep a radar on the streets
Watch out with the opps, ayy, ayy, ayy
AR with no dot, rrr
Do this with no ghostwriter
Doin' it for a long time
Time is money, what's that
G-Shock with the color analog
G-Shock over a hundred
I don't need to buy a 10K watch just to show who's Jay
These rappers are older than me
Sippin' lean, damn stutterin
What? Talkin' shit at me
Woah, look in the mirror
What's your age, OG
What is it
Doin' this shit free and my verse still clean
Ayy, lucky I don't keep that fire on me
Out of a hundred, I made a couple racks
Couple
Always on the move
This boy never relax
You flirtin' with my baby mama
While Instagram baddies are comin' at me
Damn, Jay, what you been up to
Look
I was way too lenient and easy
I don't understand how I let that slide in me
Then it snapped in me
I be poppin' this thang like dynamite
Every time pull up in a different whip
Need temp tags and go ghost
Alpha guy, that's me
These bitches regular and askin' premium
G-Shock with the stopwatch
Upgraded to that platinum
Got the connection with me
Quick sale, 2K
Get dubs, NBA
Senzu, strength back
Huncho, that's me
CEO, future me
Lost it, came back
Bad bitch, chop it
Ayy, I been silent for a long time
Long time
Businessman, pull out them, uh, spreadsheets
High alert on the phone call
Damn, less sleep
Got me stressin
Shorty put in that work with the forearm
I get it, I get it, I get it
You never heard of me before
I'll spin the block if you postin' it
Young kids would do anything for the bread nowadays
All right, old me was a menace, ah
Bring him back, Jay
Just keep watchin', I'ma bring him back
I made it this far, yeah
Felony ain't pickin' me out
Forgive me if I do, ayy
Worry about your own self
Run it up, that's what I do
Run it up, do it for the fam
Run it up, I don't mess around
You f*ck with me, then you goin' down
Ayy, ayy
Put my respect at the top
Coupe inspected with no top
With no top
Slap tags on the Yukon
Drive around the city
Keep a radar on the streets
Watch out with the opps, ayy, ayy, ayy
AR with no dot
Ah
Ayy, AR with no dot
Rrr, ah
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English

I feel the hate in this bitch, you know, it's crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Put my respect at the top
Coupe inspected with no top
With no top
Slap tags on the Yukon
Drive around the city
Keep a radar on the streets
Watch out with the opps, ayy, ayy, ayy
AR with no dot, rrr
Do this with no ghostwriter
Doin' it for a long time
Time is money, what's that
G-Shock with the color analog
G-Shock over a hundred
I don't need to buy a 10K watch just to show who's Jay
These rappers are older than me
Sippin' lean, damn stutterin
What? Talkin' shit at me
Woah, look in the mirror
What's your age, OG
What is it
Doin' this shit free and my verse still clean
Ayy, lucky I don't keep that fire on me
Out of a hundred, I made a couple racks
Couple
Always on the move
This boy never relax
You flirtin' with my baby mama
While Instagram baddies are comin' at me
Damn, Jay, what you been up to
Look
I was way too lenient and easy
I don't understand how I let that slide in me
Then it snapped in me
I be poppin' this thang like dynamite
Every time pull up in a different whip
Need temp tags and go ghost
Alpha guy, that's me
These bitches regular and askin' premium
G-Shock with the stopwatch
Upgraded to that platinum
Got the connection with me
Quick sale, 2K
Get dubs, NBA
Senzu, strength back
Huncho, that's me
CEO, future me
Lost it, came back
Bad bitch, chop it
Ayy, I been silent for a long time
Long time
Businessman, pull out them, uh, spreadsheets
High alert on the phone call
Damn, less sleep
Got me stressin
Shorty put in that work with the forearm
I get it, I get it, I get it
You never heard of me before
I'll spin the block if you postin' it
Young kids would do anything for the bread nowadays
All right, old me was a menace, ah
Bring him back, Jay
Just keep watchin', I'ma bring him back
I made it this far, yeah
Felony ain't pickin' me out
Forgive me if I do, ayy
Worry about your own self
Run it up, that's what I do
Run it up, do it for the fam
Run it up, I don't mess around
You f*ck with me, then you goin' down
Ayy, ayy
Put my respect at the top
Coupe inspected with no top
With no top
Slap tags on the Yukon
Drive around the city
Keep a radar on the streets
Watch out with the opps, ayy, ayy, ayy
AR with no dot
Ah
Ayy, AR with no dot
Rrr, ah
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Writer: Jorge Chivalan
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