Lyrics Ulterior Motives - Hydra

"It has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace"

I got a message for ya crooked ass rappers
Runnin game you ain't barrin shit
I watched you switch up like a hoe
And say it all was business
You won't admit that we was close
But you can't test my memory
And now I see yall just some clones
That say you ride with killers
But me I'm never known to play
I'll always keep it real
Bitch Im from the Tennessee mane you know the deal
Off in cut we sit and plot
Upon another stang
I'll never change
It's fuck yo click until I hit the grave

Find me swangin
Hoggin lanes
Puffin heavy on that funk
Through the trunk
You hear the bang
And now you know what's up
Gon get yo ass on out my way
Cause trick I show no love
But if you want come face to face
Before the devil's son
It's R.I.P. to all you lames
Slick you better run
I thought you knew yall foos I ain't safe
I'm breaking off the junt
I'll slap the taste right out yo mouth
And make you call your mother
I never fail to do my thang
So get to steppin punk

And if you got a fuckin problem
Come and solve it
Instead runnin lip on the net
It ain't no rocket science though
To see it all was cap
I told you homie talk is cheap
You can't escape the madness
Cause once you cross that little line
I'm quick to make it happen
The fiends of hell we on the rise
We shoot and never miss
Off from the crypt I spit these rhymes
That represent the ville
Up in that dirty 615 we doin what we like
Don't get it twisted lil busta
Just get it right

You say you run the underground but all you do is rip
Can't spit a verse to save your life
Yall need some major help
You only care about a profit
And them likes you get
Some social media gangstas with the mind of a kid
You've been askin for a sign well sucka here it is
I would just quit while you're ahead
And maybe save your health
But if you feelin like you wanna bring it on
Just best believe I'm comin thick
I'll let this evil be my motive
Ya bitch