Rick N Morty

Most the niggas that's around me throwin' C's like they crippin'
But they do it for the twins
Free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian
But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a 40
You say I'm lackin', nigga, try me
Shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin' up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty

40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit a opp up, dreads swangin', just like I'm a Rasta
Smoking ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
Any nigga test my gangsta, nigga, I'ma pop 'em
And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas
It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck nigga
Niggas dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped nigga
We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk nigga

I'm one-hundo, bitch that's on my life, I will never fold
A nigga speakin on Lil' Quay, well then that nigga gotta go
I'm really small but I can fight but I'ma still up that pole
For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me hoe
Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin' life, that I fuckin' live
But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But if it's money near yo' head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man

Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye



Credits
Writer(s): Nitzan Gribetz
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