Morgue (feat. Shootemtj)

All you niggas that keep hating is a bitch that's on my momma
Pull up shooting with a .15 on the back jus like Vince Carter
Never lie, the only time I lie is sitting in front your honor
This bitch feenin' to eat my dick she more like fucking Jeffrey Dahmer

All accounts that's in my bank, gon have a statement with a comma
Fuck this bitch then dip, I don't got time for none your lil drama
That boy seen his brother die now he gon slide because his trauma
Put that lil boy in the morgue so he can see his fucking partner

Get 'em wacked, put him in a pack and smoke until it's out
Hit his cap, boy gon love to rap until they wrap his mouth
He a rat, ain't get nothing back, get jumped into the south
Don't wanna speak it ain't bout money ain't no shit to talk about

Who is you?

Bitch I'm a big dog, do not jump up on my turf
Like some grave diggers our job is to go put some in the dirt
Matter fact we more like H&M to put some on a shirt
Sending signals round the city like a damn amber alert

Mane his face just like a tire, bullets make his face burst
Grab the Glock, make opps wanna rock ain't talking Uzi Vert
Broke niggas come and talk with me I turn to introvert
Grab the switch, that bitch tryna blitz that shit ain't gonna work

All you niggas that keep hating is a bitch that's on my momma
Pull up shooting with a .15 on the back jus like Vince Carter
Never lie, the only time I lie is sitting in front your honor
This bitch feenin' to eat my dick she more like fucking Jeffrey Dahmer

All accounts that's in my bank, gon have a statement with a comma
Fuck this bitch then dip, I don't got time for none your lil drama
That boy seen his brother die now he gon slide because his trauma
Put that lil boy in the morgue so he can see his fucking partner

In the trenches shake my dreads you know they quick to call me Rasta
If he ain't right, he left the lineup, cook his noodles straight to pasta
Couldn't spot that boy among us, guess that boy a real imposter
When they drop out, we pick him off, it's 4v4, bitch, first to drop

You need some bread, just hit my phone, you know I'm walking round with work
Gucci branded, shootin shades, I'm in that mode to see shit twerk
Them underdogs had him upset, we went and attacked them niggas first
All black blick, it matched the Timbs, when it get dark, that's when I lurk

I walk with two, no major pain, that boy want clout, want extra fame
I rep the guys the fallin soldiers, you disrespect, blood on your name
Go grab the tec, lock in the target, them boys want money for that chain
I still got tides when I'm back home, but that old beef had left a stain

Who that hoppin' out the V, you know this .40 quit to park it
Bro pop pills and I smoke Za, that combination kill the target
Them 223s and 308s'll leave a nigga ass uncharted
Can't fuck that bitch, when she get dead, she tend to act a lil' retarded

All you niggas that keep hating is a bitch that's on my momma
Pull up shooting with a .15 on the back jus like Vince Carter
Never lie, the only time I lie is sitting in front your honor
This bitch feenin' to eat my dick she more like fucking Jeffrey Dahmer

All accounts that's in my bank, gon have a statement with a comma
Fuck this bitch then dip, I don't got time for none your lil drama
That boy seen his brother die now he gon slide because his trauma
Put that lil boy in the morgue so he can see his fucking partner

Brrr