Rick & Mort ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Trippin' by myself, I'm almost lost count I Count 40,000, Why you have to count me Out

La Familia we the bros, Never seen a Drought Bad bitch, Like DJ, I made her walk It out

Beat it out the bitch, We don't talk it out This bitch I'm talkin' bout, She got a nice

Bounce, You catch a 27, I got a 30 ounce

When I'm O.T., I'm lookin' for the girls scouts

You want Qua Qua, You can get her whole, Or by the ounce

Niggas play wit me, I let the wolves out, & I let em pounce

Goin crazy rockin all this shit, I can't even pronounce

I been doin' good, I be stashin' in like three Accounts

Got my first case in, I swear I knew that I Could do it

Good drank, all it took was three days, For Big Cuz to move it

Get money, Don't snitch, That's the message Inside my music

Stay down, get a bag, lil' nigga dats what I Influence

Ran through the sack on five deuce, I feel Like Ray Lewis

Unc said he like to use his nose, But he stay Shootin

Put the yay up to the glass, I can see through It

Niggas standin' at my back door, I'm lucky I Can peek thru it

Coppin' heavy loads, lil' nigga, yeah, that's Large amounts

A hundred grams used to be enough, Now, I Just tripled it out

First seven off a nine, lil' nigga, I'm givin' it Out

Straight drop the load, lil' nigga, we spinnin' It out

Me and bro be in the lab cookin' like we Rick & Mort

Looked each other in the eyes, Like we gon' Trap, Man

We picked our sport, We gon' up the score

If you try to play up on our court

Brodie hit me for some wock, Said he want a Quart

And they gon' keep comin' back, Cause they lovin' the flavor

Run up a bag wit yo team, But cut his neck if Brodie a traitor

They might think I'm goin' crazy, I'm in love with blue paper

Might just sip this wocky out the bottle like Fuck a chaser

Fuck it, Money Train shit, Hunnit Round Gang shit