Morphine lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Intro]
Uh
I've had it, next n*gga talkin', haha
Uh
[Chorus]
I've had it, next n*gga talk, gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next b*tch talk, gettin' slapped with the ratchet (b*tch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy (Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy (Ah)
I feel like I'm missing something, Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy (Ah)
I feel like I'm missing something, Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
[Verse]
If we can't find him, then we on his family
Caught your father lacking in the kitchen sippin' brandy
.40 on me heat up, leave a n*gga branded
Gun sing like Jackson, Michael, no Randy, yeah
It's still a no from me, dawg, feel like American Idol
Got an American rifle that shoot like American Sniper
Come get your ho from me, dawg, ain't none of my n*ggas want her
Sure know how to eat, though, b*tch got hell of a deep throat
Coughing so damn much, I think these Backwoods gave me cancer
Choppa got a long nose, call it Toucan Sam
Call me "Mr. f*ck a Few Hoes," wild, young, and dangerous
Get shot in the face doing that fool ass sh*t, I hate it
[Chorus]
I've had it next n*gga talk, gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next b*tch talk, gettin' slapped with the ratchet (b*tch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy (Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy (Ah)
I feel like I'm missing something, Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy (Ah)
I feel like I'm missing something, Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
[Open Verse]