Mortons (RuthChris Freestyle) versuri

Mortons (RuthChris Freestyle) lyrics by Peysoh

Miraculous
New piece after we gone, clearing nigga shelf
No fendi logo when you hear me talking about a belt
Got so much ice on my neck like why i never melt
When all i sweat inside that case some shit i never felt
A fifty ball give a nigga reason not to play
4 cars and pouring juice i been out the way
I got a cross on my denim but i hardly pray
And bitch i said you gotta go who told you, you could stay
Ruth chris nah, i’m straight bro, let’s go to morton’s
I be balling on these niggas like i’m aaron gordon
Designer stepping everyday but i was sharing jordan’s
It’s honda civic for thе skin but on the block it’s foreign
How would’ve been on what i’m on if i ain’t sign thе deal
I’d prolly hit your bitch but i’m popping a seal
They know my name be on the block so i’m keeping the steel
And nah about you stay in school, i’m just keeping it real
Bitch i was thugging on the bloc and had no place to go
Residential burglaries i wasn’t seeling dope
And yeah, i copped a couple bags but it was moving slow
Off of bro life you gon’ learn here it really old though
Was 17 with ten chains and ryan amd
And i was up 150 that’s on g-o-d
Fucking hoes, sticking the club and i ain’t have an id
And i ws only 13 putting shit on the tee
Like how i’m supposed to work a job got thirty off a flight
I’m from the east, no red lights and we don’t do the stops
Hey, disclaimer this shit cap and everything is props
I’m tryna flip a hundreds birds and i’ll keep it in my socks
Hey, me and gotti thirsty slipping in to get you bugged
We catch you hanging over there and that’s gon’ get you cooked
A horror film where niggas play me leave them stuck on shook
Thought you a gangsta had that gun just to get it took
Walk him down without these chains so he couldn’t know it’s me
The old way to chop a bus and it’s r.i.p
Let bitch you know i got a bitch so all i got is meet
Locked in a cage that’s when i learned all i got is me
Fast money 211’s i’ve been in love with chili
My white boy get you going his real name is billy
My P half rabbit gang i never been to philly
And i slap a bitch mama had me looking silly
I thank God I touched a hundred as a lil’ kid
They offer triple life but ‘ima keep it stitched
And i was crying on the ticket, thugging on the 6
See my pops die made my heart colder than my wrist
In saks fifth that’s where i learned 10 wasn’t enough
And we will get yo’ head bust for trying to call a bluff
The type of bitches i be fucking you gon’ wanna cuff
A quarter on my neck, it’s crazy thinking i had it rough
We double back and wait a second, catch you playing dead
A stick finger violation, pay with your head
It’s only ism when i speak, i ain’t talking ted
I’m ducking niggas bitches these cases and clothes, i duck the feds
A gold chain in c class, that’s an old story
We knock him down and hit his brother with the same forty
True religion, robbie jeans, man that was middle school
Could’ve hit your bitch but i didn’t, i’m keeping it cool
They heard i’m back so now they waiting for the next trend
I need a hundred if we pass, what the fuck is ten?
Oh, i’mma lick, play with me, i got my best friends
XD’s, 9’s, topaz, forties and F&N’s