Morals ft. Joel Jungle Lyrics

Yeah

I step out the car and look around...

And I be like, the fuck is y'all looking at!

Joel Jungle

Yo, these bitches lack morals

I'm in the studio cutting rhymes like the blade from Zorro

I'm trying to get up in them drawers like a couple sketches

You fuck around taking money pictures while wearing Skechers

And we be balling like the Globetrotters

We in the city where they find us off the use of shot spotters

And half these dealers wanna be the plug

I'm in the Yucatan Peninsula sipping margies and loadin' slugs

I guess she lonely cause she need a hug

I only fuck with bad chicks that got brains that keep the booty tucked

These college women love to party crazy

These college niggas hold they books, we hold they hammers like we paper chasing

We need some G's, we ain't talking masons

So we can quit this crazy life and own a couple places

Yeah!

My man's Merkzilla, did it again

I'm disrespectful, smoking trees till they gone with the wind

750 Beamer Aura, I ate, that's the question

My iOS 11 storage, leave you niggas guessing

These hard bars will leave Kit Kat's easily broken

I spit punchlines and puns, I never say I'm joking

I'm eating Taco Bell, sipping' Pepsi, this shit's the dopest

I used to keep my house keys next to where the Coke is

A hard lyricist, but I'm as smooth as baby lotion

You hear the bed shaking, mom's like, what's all the commotion?

I'm in a Chevy Cruze, dreaming of Porsches

Half you niggas can't rent the whip, I'ma grab it when I can't afford it

I got that credit like a high school dropout

These niggas wack the most because they barely ever pop out

I keep it pushing like a runaway

For certain persons, I just bought another gun today

It's fun to talk about my bars, kicking like soccer games

I tell them walk unless they wanna see the glock when it's aimed

Yeah

I never been the type to ask favors

Hell nah, these bitches lack morals

Tell a thottie, catch me later

I stay solo making moves till the show is over

I keep my peacemaker in my holster

I never been the type to ask favors

Hell nah, these bitches lack morals

Tell a thottie, catch me later

I stay solo making moves till the show is over

I keep my peacemaker in my holster

Keep my hammer locked

Yeah, yeah, yeah

These young women acting up, reason why I'm blacking

Tatted jokes on her clit like a Firecracker

This not a song, it's a film like Michael Madsen

Based on having morals, when your ass backwards

People up in age, stuck in little baby brackets

If they ain't liking what I rhyme, tell em' get packing

Pimps on Saturdays, Sundays they church pastors

With ten women, preaching about a right marriage

Everything factual, my eyes is like a Kodak lens

Through my walls, i'm clocking these Big Bens

Little homies, stay out of jail and boss up

Give these funny white bosses a knot (not!)

Double-cross it up, taking my degree and flee

I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks

Too hood for ICDC, fags say I C-U-P

Jock my style like a subway train

They hop the turnstile!

I been wild, Indians in the Apache tribes

Screaming crazy loud like Tekashi 69

Verses Earth-shattering, been battling

Puffy jackets, jimmy hats, fresh pairs, New Balances

Moral of the story is...

I contain character

In this so-called prejudice America

To the point where I'm bout' to call Farrakhan

Kim Jong, ISIS here with kamikaze bombs

I never been the type to ask favors

Hell nah, these bitches lack morals

Tell a thottie, catch me later

I stay solo making moves till the show is over

I keep my peacemaker in my holster

I never been the type to ask favors

Hell nah, these bitches lack morals

Tell a thottie, catch me later

I stay solo making moves till the show is over

I keep my peacemaker in my holster

Picture me, young, humble cat

Old school, Earle Hyman with the Thundercats

Had to rebound on em' like a running back

Education in degrees where the money's at

Nowadays broke hittas wanna bust a cap

Clap, clap, 32 teeth, shattered in a lap

In the cut, but I stick around like shoe flaps

Can't find where I go for the news maps

They looking at me like a strange image

I don't know, the Nike Airs, or the fresh denims

On occasion, I go silk to all linen

Spark fire to girls, my vibes arsenic

An arsonist, on the avenues

Manhattan on Fashion, swag radical

Spectacular, tubes flying through your whole veins

Bringing life cardiovascular