Anti Motive

(My daddy the best) Big bank take lil' bank, he get embarrassed These bitches call me Bugs Bunny, they see all these carats Nigga, Hutch did the piece, who the fuck is Jared? (Come on P) Huh, nigga, huh I'm on the interstate, Beanie Sigel on me and a parrot Japanese steak, thousand-dollar plate, I can't share it Fuck your mixtape, MC Gusto, I don't wanna hear it Have that chopper sing in your face, nigga, Sean Garrett Nigga slang rock, high eighty, where the fuck is Harry? And the meth house did eighty, boy, we wholesalin' And the AMG do zero to eighty, V12 in it And the bitch and the whip European, I'm from Great Britain My lil' nigga need some therapy, he can't stop killin' I'm in the field pickin' cocoa leaves, you a house nigga And it's fucked up I used to hand-to-hand women And it's fucked up we shoot guns in front of children What's your bankroll like? Mine big as hell I ain't dyin', I'ma get rich or go to jail Birds of a feather flock together and they die as well When that soda and that yola lock, it go on sale We ain't worried 'bout no murder case, millions for the bail We'll make it snow today, tomorrow, it'll hail Got on a mink for the snowstorm Nigga, I'm in the ice rink with my skates on Fucked your bitch off the E, hardcore porn So geeked, I ain't even put the rubber on Hundred a week, fuck you talkin' 'bout, the border closed? Bitch, and we still ain't cheap, boy, you really gotta order those I done threw away twenty-five flip phones Talkin' to the plug, we get our whisper on (Jimbo) I got Anti on my jeans, I am not friendly APs, Rolexes, the motive is that Richard Mille Got on thousand-dollar jeans with a fifty in it Half of it pink fifties, other half blue Benjis Tough nigga hoodrich, but a hundred million, that's the motive You still on bullshit, boy, I'm like Phil with the scold Chopper ten bricks, but a hundred of 'em, that's the motive I'm back rollin', I got focused, they don't like that shit I got these grown niggas hurt hurt I heard you niggas hit rock bottom, Big Herk On my Guwop shit, put his ass in the dirt Ho, I thought you need these blue tips, get Hotboy Turk R.I.P. DeDe, gave my brother twelve as a juvenile R.I.P. Skinny, can't believe this shit comin' out my mouth Ain't shit pretty, I ain't been havin' shit to really smile about Soul empty while I'm in here sittin' this big-ass house