Ricky & Morty Lyrics

Get hit like you Ricky my plug name

Is morty

Shwinn not clamin bitches

Ho take me to Maury

My diamonds is hittin them bitches is

Gorgeous

My jeans from Japan they might get

Me deported

My side bitch is fourty I’m back on

My bullshit

Takin my shot wit a full clip

Kickin this shit like I’m ryu I see you

I’m throwin the heat like hadoken

I’m number 1 call me shwinn Nigel

Uno

Came up flippin bags like my team

Practice judo I’m hot like the sun but

Necklace from Pluto

You don’t want beef hollows knock

Out ya noodles

I’m dreamin bout oodles of money

And thumbin through stacks

Runnin it Up MVP runnin back

Boy I go hard with the team on my

Back

If this rap shit don’t work then it’s

Back to the trap

Cause I know How to get it them

Packages flippin

I start movin weight like I’m back Into fitness

I switch up the moves then it’s back

To the mission

Now I’m callin shots makin captain

Decisions

Ya wife on my on dick on her back in

Position the scale weighed the work

Aint no fractions go missing

I trapped on the campus to stack my

Tuition you trapped on the corner to

Flex for these bitches Wedifferent we

Different we different

We not the same I walked through

The fire Footprints through the rain

You ain’t never seen ya homie get

Flamed

You ain’t never rundown on a opp

Take is his strap and his chain boy I

Really whipped the rock from Caine

Now I’m tryna cop a drop and a

Range substituting all them nights

Full of pain west philly young boul

Do his thang

And all of my nigga gorillas we came

From the jungle

Rundow when you re up we makin

You fumble

Gang swiping ya pack like it’s tinder

Or bumble

Take heed when ya grandma tell you

Shwinny trouble

Bitch I’m a bastard that came from

The struggle

Gymnastics the package the work flip

And tumble

This asshole fantastic he leavin them Puzzled

I’ll flex on the pastor this hell of a

Muscle

You passive aggressive

I never been pussy

Bet shwinn finna win place ya bet

With the bookie

Side bitch look like snookie side

Strokin her push I don’t say my grace When I’m eatin the cookie

Degenerate heathen the finest of Evil

Opposing the kid then I’m dyin to see

You

Get left in the street like the lines or

The Beatles

6 Cylinder civic I’m ridin it’s diesel

Phil and lil Ricky and morty

90s kid dickin ya shorty

3 Bitches on me that’s an orgy

Forza Ferrari it’s roaring

Phil and lil Ricky and morty

90s kid dickin ya shorty

3 Bitches on me that’s an orgy

Forza Ferrari it’s roaring