Morty ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Aye, Me and my brotha the new Rick & Mort In the kitchen, lab coat, rex, and my favorite

Fork I'll knock yo' pop down but tell him I Don't

Take no shorts And that's on the gas tip & Shit, If you

Like to snnnn I was down south shakin' the Bag, down in Worth Fort

Come round all you hear is, trap,trap,trap It's

Our favorite sport Big Bro, out her smokin' Niggas like they new ports

You really want my heart, then get a load in Through the airport

My brother Rick the Chemist, he whip up a Fortune

I think bro-bro call me Morty, How I abuse The Morton

Play With my kidneys, when I sip hop, I wake Up in the mornin

It's only a six in that two-liter, Brotha, keep Pourin

I know she got me, I'm seein' codeine in my Dreams

I'm weak, I swear, I hear the Ercy Jercs Callin' for me

If you X-Ray my body, all you gon' see is lean

I'm diggin' in this chocolate bitch from the Back, I love to hear her scream

Sing that shit sound better than hearin' my Line ring

Ding, that's just a text, I just got off of Ping

Hand to hands, Be smooth like bada-boom, Bada-bing

I used to be scared of seein' my P.O., my piss Was never clean

Turn a smart alec to a dumb-dumb when We hit his beanie

I can tell the world I'm broke as fuck and They wouldn't believe me

My bitch bad and bougie, so I spank her with The Fendi

Hit the uh with that feti and make myself a Twinny

Mercedes T-Wagon, I'ma snatch it off the lot

Watch

What opps, Drac make a nigga play Hopscotch

Ayy, bitch, don't even look my way if yo ass Ain't top-notch

I said Don't , don't even look my way if you Ain't aye

If it wasn't for Dom, I wouldn't know the Meaning of the team

If it wasn't for Jig, I'd be linin' niggas up with The beam

Wasn't for Tezo, I wouldnt be in the post Shootin hooks like Kareem

I be so low, you can't even see me slide right Through the seams

Bitch I'm the one ain't I, I feel like Bron, Cuz I been on the longest run ain't I

I feel like, 08, Wayne, hottest nigga under The sun ain't I

You better have my funds nigga

My niggas with shiesty's and guns, wit em Aint no band, we got them drums wit us

Shh, shh, Rick & Morty

I'm Morty I guess, sippin on this drank right Now