Morty
Me & my brotha the new Rick & Mort, uh
Aye, Rick & Morty
Psh, psh-psh
Psh, psh
Aye, me and my brotha the new Rick & Mort
In the kitchen, lab coat, rex, & my favorite fork
I'll knock yo' pop down, but tell em, I don't take no shorts
And that's on the gas tip & shit, if you like to snnnn
I was down south shakin' the bag, out in Worth Fort
Come round all you hear is, trap,trap,trap
It's our favorite sport
Big Bro out here smokin' niggas like they Newport's
You really want my heart, then get a load in through the airport
My brother Rick the Chemist, he whip up a fortune
I think bro-bro call me Morty, how I abuse the Morton
Play with my kidneys, when I sip hope, I wake up in the mornin
It's only a 6 in that 2-liter, brotha, keep pourin'
I know she got me, I'm seein' codeine in my dreams
I'm weak, I swear, I hear the Ercy Jercs callin' for me
If you X-Ray my body, all you gon' see is lean
I'm diggin' in this chocolate bitch from the back, I love to hear her scream
Sing, that shit sound better than hearin' my line ring
Ding, that's just a text, I just got off of ping
Hand to hands, Be smooth like bada-boom, bada-bing
I used to be scared seein' my P.O., my piss was never clean
Turn a smart aleck to a dumb-dumb, when we hit his beanie
I can tell the world, I'm broke as fuck, and they wouldn't believe me
My bitch bad and bougie, so I spank her with the Fendi
Hit the uh, with the fenty and make myself a twinny
Mercedes G-Wagon, I'ma snatch it off the lot
Watch
What opps, drac make a nigga play
Hopscotch
Ayy, bitch
Don't even look my way if yo ass ain't top-notch
I said don't, don't even look my way if you ain't, aye
If it wasn't for Dom, I wouldn't know the meanin' of the team
If it wasn't for Jigg, I'd be linin' niggas up with the beam
Wasn't for Tezo, I wouldn't be in the post shootin' hooks like Kareem
I be so low, you can't even see me slide right through the seams
Bitch I'm the one ain't I?
I feel like Bron, cuz I been on the longest run ain't I?
I feel like, 08 Wayne, hottest nigga under the sun ain't I?
You better have my funds nigga
My niggas with shiesty's and guns, wit em
Ain't no band, we got them drums wit us
Shh, shh, Rick &
Rick & Morty
I'm Morty I guess
Sippin' on this drank right now
Aye, Rick & Morty
Psh, psh-psh
Psh, psh
Aye, me and my brotha the new Rick & Mort
In the kitchen, lab coat, rex, & my favorite fork
I'll knock yo' pop down, but tell em, I don't take no shorts
And that's on the gas tip & shit, if you like to snnnn
I was down south shakin' the bag, out in Worth Fort
Come round all you hear is, trap,trap,trap
It's our favorite sport
Big Bro out here smokin' niggas like they Newport's
You really want my heart, then get a load in through the airport
My brother Rick the Chemist, he whip up a fortune
I think bro-bro call me Morty, how I abuse the Morton
Play with my kidneys, when I sip hope, I wake up in the mornin
It's only a 6 in that 2-liter, brotha, keep pourin'
I know she got me, I'm seein' codeine in my dreams
I'm weak, I swear, I hear the Ercy Jercs callin' for me
If you X-Ray my body, all you gon' see is lean
I'm diggin' in this chocolate bitch from the back, I love to hear her scream
Sing, that shit sound better than hearin' my line ring
Ding, that's just a text, I just got off of ping
Hand to hands, Be smooth like bada-boom, bada-bing
I used to be scared seein' my P.O., my piss was never clean
Turn a smart aleck to a dumb-dumb, when we hit his beanie
I can tell the world, I'm broke as fuck, and they wouldn't believe me
My bitch bad and bougie, so I spank her with the Fendi
Hit the uh, with the fenty and make myself a twinny
Mercedes G-Wagon, I'ma snatch it off the lot
Watch
What opps, drac make a nigga play
Hopscotch
Ayy, bitch
Don't even look my way if yo ass ain't top-notch
I said don't, don't even look my way if you ain't, aye
If it wasn't for Dom, I wouldn't know the meanin' of the team
If it wasn't for Jigg, I'd be linin' niggas up with the beam
Wasn't for Tezo, I wouldn't be in the post shootin' hooks like Kareem
I be so low, you can't even see me slide right through the seams
Bitch I'm the one ain't I?
I feel like Bron, cuz I been on the longest run ain't I?
I feel like, 08 Wayne, hottest nigga under the sun ain't I?
You better have my funds nigga
My niggas with shiesty's and guns, wit em
Ain't no band, we got them drums wit us
Shh, shh, Rick &
Rick & Morty
I'm Morty I guess
Sippin' on this drank right now
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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield, Domonique Criss
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