ANAKONDA’S Lyrics English Translation by Motive
My love, I missed you so much
Sex and the City vibes
Baby, can’t we play GTA together in real life?
Don’t you want to?
Ah, wavy waves ah, my mango vape
My beach is red mud, this Turkey made in
Palms made of plastic, my sentences sarcastic
Scorpion 2M but deep down wants to be Raiden
No taper fade ’cause I got head banging
Even at the spa, Marilyn Manson’s playing on catch
My slippers are Hermes, tangerine Mercedes
Sky versus trenches, let Nike touch the ground
Asian menu chopstick, iced out this chopstick
Your fake chain shines like a wall light, get up
My bank couldn’t take it, it blew up
Now where the hell do I hide all this money, cock?
Yo, I counted my slippers’ **** packages
I’m drinking and constantly pissing clear
Looks tough but the tongue’s too slippery
Got two books, one’s blood, one’s Taycan
Prada bag, that dude can’t even carry it
This chick’s Slavic, her spot today is Dedeman
This one’s called Chavo, can’t save his ass from trouble
Debatable if he’s as dope as me, bald man
This is Twelve Giant Men in two-person form
One day the hood, one day Cali, can’t travel, sniff Bali
Don’t judge me, Dali didn’t draw as much as you
There’s five-dimensional Salih at home, don’t cling to me, peach, a
I told you, no jokes with us
GvG, Savana Anaconda’s
Tokyo drifting Suzuki and Honda’s
Real ones do it, they don’t ask questions
I told you, no jokes with us
GvG, Savana Anaconda’s
Tokyo drifting Suzuki and Honda’s
Real ones do it, they don’t ask questions
I’m thirsty for blood, homie, like UZI’s a vampire
Your bones are crunchy, H2O hummer
The money that ruined the summer you waited for
The devil whispering next to you at the first chance
The funny money in my pocket is so iconic to you
Hits like a cumshot, gunshot anthem
If there’s one thing we’re about, it’s blood, taste, like ribeye
The rappers I’ve eaten, I don’t need a contract to not shit on ’em
Rappers used to be noise, now it’s art
God gives wings to the ant that acts up one day
It becomes bait for birds in the sky, spray the crows
Now we got a twenty-carat piece hanging on our necks, a
I don’t listen to those bastards, turn off that shit playing, a
We rape the beats, our Moti’s a psychopath, a
I’m jumping off the stairs if the building’s on fire
Girl, to be an angel, drink Red Bull and grow wings
I told you, no jokes with us
GvG, Savana Anaconda’s
Tokyo drifting Suzuki and Honda’s
Real ones do it, they don’t ask questions
I told you, no jokes with us
GvG, Savana Anaconda’s
Tokyo drifting Suzuki and Honda’s
Real ones do it, they don’t ask questions