Morant Lyrics
Morant - Rowdy Rebel/Skilla Baby
Lyrics by：Chad Marshall/Skilla Baby/Christopher Johnson/Cosmo Hickox/Jonnyshipes
Grrt grrt
And big tolate ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Opps be checking on my page go check on your mans
Go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face
Call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist her
Was probably plain was probably plain
Teach that just how to
Like she ain't potty trained
My lil' shooter itchin'
And he fresh out the can
I ball and shoot ***** I think I'm ja morant
I think I'm ja morant
I tell monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance wha
Big stepper rule the land
Pink diamonds killa cam
Put them on the road pull up broad
Ayy I'm peter pan
Hit detroit count up bands
Flip the work and feed the clan
I could whip the pot and hold my
Glock without switching hands wha
Switch the drop this a mercedes
Hit your block like let's go crazy
Riding through detroit with that old boy
They think I'm skilla baby
Nodding of the perc' but still
Alert even though I'm lazy
Hitting up my plug like
Can you put a switch on a three eighty
Opps be checking on my page go check on your mans
Go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face
Call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist her ****
Was probably plain her I
Teach that ***** just how to ****
Woo like she ain't potty trained wha
My lil' shooter itchin' ayy
***** and he fresh out the can
I ball and shoot
I think I'm ja morant I think I'm ja morant
I tell monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance no you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance wha
Ha ha
Nah for real
Bah
Ayy ha I pull up in coupe my lil'
Pull up and shoot bah
Hop out with switch and kill a whole group
Call dog off the glass throw me an oop ha
When I'm in New York with the rebels ha
These treat me like rowdy like rowdy
The same think you a client ha
Give me the neck then I'm outie ha
I be outside everyday my nigga
It ain't hard to find me uh uh
***** hop on me karate bah
These be smoking on blockie no cap
I got more money than rappers ha
How the **** is a rapper gon' sign me
I be in the trenches like linemen mm
My still fighting them bodies
Me I be fighting my demons my demons
I **** around tweak for no reason no reason
Hit an opp' in the head and I'm leaving
You know me I got over not even ha
Opps be checking on my page go check
On your mans go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face
Call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist her ****
Was probably plain her **** was probably plain
Teach that ***** just how to ****
Like she ain't potty trained wha
My lil' shooter itchin' ayy
***** and he fresh out the can
I ball and shoot
I think I'm ja morant I think I'm ja morant
I tell monte pull up shoot
You don't stand a chance no you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry
That was my advance wha