Morty lyrics

[Chrous]
I'mma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
n*gga TT walked up, what you got for me?
Ole bum ass n*gga died from a 40
n*gga, switch on dis b*tch in the Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this a f*cking Morton
And I'm throwed as a b*tch, finna stop recording
Smack throwed as a b*tch and I pop a Morgan

[Verse]
Smacked than a b*tch in a good day
n*gga, I can tell by the texture this some good yay
650 pop, lil' b*tch I'm making good pape'
We don't eat spaghetti, lil b*tch I want some good steak
Lapped up in the car, phones ringin'
pus*y really stankin' on the East, that's a hoe meetin'
If I can't f*ck then you know I'm like, "hoe, beat it"

[Chrous]
I'mma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
n*gga TT walked up, what you got for me?
Olе bum ass n*gga died from a 40
n*gga, switch on dis b*tch in the Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this a f*cking Morton
And I'm throwed as a b*tch, finna stop rеcording
Smack throwed as a b*tch and my pop on Morgan
[Verse]
b*tch ass n*gga, I'm a lap runner
Bro broke as a b*tch, he got a bad jumper
Smack hard, lil' n*gga, this a bag runner
I really need a bad b*tch, I don't got her number
Cheap ass n*gga, I really hate taking flights
I don't give a f*ck, have a n*gga scared for they life
On the East, b*tch I put my life on the f*cking mic

[Chrous]
I'mma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
n*gga TT walked up, what you got for me?
Ole bum ass n*gga died from a 40
n*gga, switch on dis b*tch in the Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this a f*cking Morton
And I'm throwed as a b*tch, finna stop recording
Smack throwed as a b*tch and my pop on Morgan