Ricky & Morty

Get hit like you Ricky my plug name is morty
Shwinn not clamin bitches ho take me to Maury My diamonds is hittin them bitches is gorgeous My jeans from Japan they might get deported
My side bitch is fourty I’m back on my bullshit
Takin my shot wit a full clip
Kickin this shit like I’m ryu I see you
I’m throwin the heat like hadoken
I’m number 1 call me shwinn Nigel uno
Came up flippin bags like my team practice judo I’m hot like the sun but necklace from Pluto
You don’t want beef hollows knock out ya noodles
I’m dreamin bout oodles of money and thumbin through stacks
Runnin it Up MVP runnin back
Boy I go hard with the team on my back
If this rap shit don’t work then it’s back to the trap
Cause I know How to get it them packages flippin
I start movin weight like I’m back into fitness
I switch up the moves then it’s back to mission
Now I’m callin shots makin captain decisions
Ya wife on my on her back in position the scale weighed the work ain’t no fractions go missing
I trapped on the campus to stack my tuition you trapped on the corner to flex for these bitches We different we different we different
We not the same I walked through the fire Footprints through the rain you ain’t never seen ya homie get flamed
You ain’t never rundown on a opp take is his strap and his chain boy I really whipped the rock from Caine
Now I’m tryna cop a drop and a range substituting all them nights full of pain west philly young boul do his thang
And all of my nigga gorillas we came from the jungle
Rundow when you re up we makin you fumble
Gang swiping ya pack like it’s tinder or bumble
Take heed when ya grandma tell you shwinny trouble
Bitch I’m a bastard that came from the struggle
Gymnastics the package the work flip and tumble
This asshole fantastic he leavin them puzzled
I’ll flex on the pastor this hell of a muscle
You passive aggressive
I never been pussy
Bet shwinn finna win place ya bet with the bookie
Side bitch look like snookie side strokin her push I don’t say my grace when I’m eatin the cookie
Degenerate heathen the finest of Evil
Opposing the kid then I’m dyin to see you
Get left in the street like the lines or the Beatles
6 cylinder civic I’m ridin it’s diesel

Phil and lil Ricky and morty
90s kid dickin ya shorty
3 bitches on me that’s an orgy
Forza Ferrari it’s roaring