Morty Songtext
von Certified Trapper

Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me"
Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40
Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty
And I′m throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording
Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan

Smacked than a bitch in a good day
Nigga I can tell by the taste you got some good yay
650 pop, lil bitch I'm making good pay
We don′t eat spaghetti, lil bitch I want some good steak
Lapped up ina car, phones ringin
Pussy really stank up on the East, that's a hoe meetin'
If I can′t fuck, then you know I′m like "hoe, beat it!"


Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me"
Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40
Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty
And I'm throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording
Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan

Bitch ass nigga, I′m a lab runner
Bro broke as a bitch, he got a bad jumper
Shmack hard lil nigga this a bag runner
And I really need a bad bitch I don't got her number
Cheap ass nigga I really hate takin′ flights
I don't give a fuck, have a nigga scared for they life
On the East, bitch I put my life on the fucking mic

Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty
You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me"
Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40
Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40
This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty
And I′m throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording
Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan