Rick n Morty

These bitches drunk rick n morty
Ion be up inna god damn mornin
Late night talk like my name conan
Whats that in yo pants thats a big ass 40
Heard around the world and i aint been touring
Put my heart on ice cause I have been torn
Dont touch these sneaks cause they aint been worn
Record that bitch since you wanna make porn
Ian paying for yo kids you aint my bitch
Ian rocking with you you aint onnat list
You drunk denna bitch is yo name rick
My pocket got fat should call that bitch rick
Yea you got that glock with extended clips
You aint popping that bitch you just movin yo lips
Thats putting a red dot at the end of a stick
I think imma go puke yall making me so fucking sick

These niggas drunk rick n morty
You gone still rap til yhu turn 40
Dont ask for my prices yhu cannot afford it
When they find yhu they gone need a morgue
Principal office ian get no awards
Yhu aint in that shit yhu curious george
Yhu aint hittin no shot like playoff p
Imma beat up the box inna vip
Imma pour up a 4 imma red hi c
I wish a nigga would try to try me
Yhu gone lose yo hood try to to try me
Its no good if you try to try me
Its better to try trident then to try me
My niggas get exited when you try to try me nigga



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Writer(s): Antonio Foster
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