MORTY & RICK Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah, I'm drinkin' that lean

Uh, uh, and I got your hoe on my team nigga

Uh, uh, yeah, you see the 5.56, bitch Uh, uh, Glock got a switch with a beam

Ayy, ayy, nah they can't fuck with my team, Bitch You typing shit up on the net, but nigga, We shoot through the screen, bitch

Uh, uh, nah they ain't countin' on green

Nah they ain't countin' no blues

We shoot at them niggas, you know we can't Lose

Nah, you know we can't lose

We'll run down on you and knock you out your shoes, bitch Ayy, you know we gon' win

We'll come through your block and we spinnin' again Brand new AK, brand new MAC-10

Come through your block and you know that we trappin' Come through your block, get a whole lotta guap, nigga

Come through your block, get a whole lotta straps in We makin' guap, yeah, we makin' them rubber bands

These niggas lame in the bitch, they can't be the Klan With that nigga, he talkin', we come through at party

Cause nigga, they let us in And we countin' up money, you know that we gettin' that green

You know that that lettuce in And these niggas be thinkin' I'm sick

Because I be steady drinkin' on that medicine But nah, I ain't sick of that shit, hell nah

Lil' nigga, I'm sick of niggas actin' tough Find where you at and we get you outside

Lil' nigga, hell nah, we don't need no gun From where you at, you get hit with that chopper

From where you at, you get hit with that yopper Makin' that munyun, makin' the guap bands,

Fucking yo' bitch from the back with no hands

toting a cane like a nigga a old man

Pull up old school nigga a old man

I'm gettin' money, you know that we scratch that Pull up on him and you know he get wacked, wacked

Got my mask on, takin' it off Cause that boy wanna play, cause he thinkin' we soft

Yeah, he thinkin' it's sweet, nigga, thinkin' he tough We gon' slide on his block, then we hittin' him up

Man, fuck that shit, nigga Tryin' to walk down, got a hunnid some shots, got a hunnid some rounds

In the lab with my bro, just like Morty and Ricky You can play with this shit, and this shit can get sticky

Posted up in the Walt, I ain't talkin' bout Disney Nigga, play with this, then he get slapped silly

I'ma roll up the gas, yeah, you know I'ma hit it Hold on, lil' nigga, let me go, get my semi

I'ma walk that boy down if that fuck nigga, play Get a chop out, nigga, then aim at his face

I ain't goin' out soft, I ain't goin' out pussy Nigga, play with the gang and get bit like a cookie

I ain't goin' out sad, I ain't goin' out mad Nigga, play with us, bitch, put a bag on his ass

In a brand new scat, bitch, you know I'm a drag race Pop out up on the opp, then shoot him in his face

Pop out on the opp, you know we won't play Nigga, trying to find, where you stay

I'm gettin' money

Nigga, you know I love cake Bitch, put that shit on my face, I'm gettin' money

You know I stack that shit up by the way Nigga, he playin', get shot with the drac

Nigga, he play, better go duck his head Cause we up on his ass bout' that motherfuckin' pape

Hell nah, boy, you cannot get away We shoot and drac right up at your brain

Hell nah, nigga, you won't get far I know niggas that'll throw up the star

Five, five, six, lil' nigga, we get it Hop out, nigga, you know we gon' kill it

Hop out, nigga, yeah, you know we gon' spill em' Hop out, nigga, gotta go ahead and get em

I'm runnin' racks up, nigga, lets go Fuckin' yo' bitch on the floor

Married to money, I just want the dough

Hoes keep knockin' all up at my door

Bump stocks up on the chops for the gang Nigga run down and we leavin' a stain

Nigga run down and we catchin' that boy, yeah Bitch, we bustin' his brain, gang

Yeah, we bustin' his brain

Nigga, we bustin' his brain on gang

Yeah, nigga, we bustin' his brain on gang Yeah, nigga, uh-uh

And nigga, we bustin' his brain on gang

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