Rick N Morty

Most the niggas that's around me throwin' C's like they crippin' But they do it for the twins Free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a 40 You say I'm lackin', nigga, try me Shoot you and your shorty I'm cookin' up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty 40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta Hit a opp up, dreads swangin', just like I'm a Rasta Smoking ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas Any nigga test my gangsta, nigga, I'ma pop 'em And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck nigga Niggas dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped nigga We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk nigga I'm one-hundo, bitch that's on my life, I will never fold A nigga speakin on Lil' Quay, well then that nigga gotta go I'm really small but I can fight but I'ma still up that pole For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me hoe Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin' life, that I fuckin' live But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends But if it's money near yo' head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye Aye-aye, aye-aye-aye