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Rick N Morty

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Most the niggas that's around me throwin C's like they crippin'

But they do it for the twins

Free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian

But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory

One up top like I'm Mozzy, b**h I keep a forty

You say I'm lackin', n**a try me

Shoot you and your shorty

I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty

Forty poppa, hit a mobsta

Turn your brain to pasta

Hit a opp up, dreads swangin'

Just like I'm a Rasta

Smoking ganja and I'm zooted

Walkin' in my Pradas

Any n**a test my gangsta n**a

Imma pop 'em

And we ain't throwin' hands with you f**k niggas

It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck n**a

Niggas dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped n**a

We shoot his body then we

Lay him in that trunk n**a

I'm one-hundo, b**h that's on my life

I will never fold

A n**a speakin on Lil' Quay, well then that n**a gotta go

I'm really small but I can fight

But imma still up that pole

For you niggas think I'm p**y, you gon' have to show me hoe

Police always at my f**n' crib

I don't tell 'em shit

I'm really rapping 'bout this f**n life, that I f**n' live

But I be coolin', tryna focus on them f**n' dividends

But if it's money near yo' head

Well imma f**n get it, man