Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anti, artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 23.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anti |
| MCM backpack, lil' nigga back back |
| Fuck where that ass at, bitch where that cash at? |
| Loud when we smokin', lil dope we don’t match that |
| Any sucka nigga slide through, gettin' clapped at |
| House lick we runnin' through that bitch like it’s FasTrak |
| Remember all them days I was broke, but I’m past that |
| Get the job done when I’m bustin', I don’t backtrack |
| Hit his block wit' them chops out like it’s Baghdad |
| Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out |
| All headshots, dumb nigga put that vest down |
| Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out |
| Thuggin' wit' them techs out, I bring the jets out |
| Niggas ups on a kid, I’ll bust a nigga head |
| These 7.62's knockin' off a nigga’s dreads |
| Money on my mind, all I think about is bread |
| And tell yo' bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head |
| A bunch of young niggas sick wit' it like 40 |
| 350 Yeezy boost, nigga these ain’t Roshe’s |
| On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie |
| My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy |
| Pour two fours of that yellow, no Kobe |
| Got OGs that’ll still shoot like Ginobili |
| A band for my coat like I live where the snow be |
| And bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga |
| And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch |
| Work two jobs and gets taxes |
| Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma |
| All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub |
| And oh I, oh I, I’m that nigga that’ll do that |
| And oh I can’t lie, love the way that you move that |
| You know I, know I get that check and run through that |
| Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps |
| And that’s why I’m so anti anti |
| Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh |
| And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no |
| You fuckin' wit' a savage |
| Still remember days I ain’t have shit |
| Everything designer, I don’t match it |
| A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it |
| You ain’t fuckin' wit' a boss nigga |
| Don’t touch, don’t ask how much these cost nigga |
| Just know I, know I got tints so dark can’t see no eyes, both eyes |
| And that’s why I’m so anti anti |
| Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh |
| And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby |