Morant Lyrics

Morant Lyrics sung by Rowdy Rebel feat Skilla Baby from the album Back Outside represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Morant by Rowdy Rebel.

Morant Lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Grrt-grrt (Wha)
Wha
And big f^^kin’ grrt-grrt (Ayy)
Ayy

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans (Go check on your mans)
Put like fifty in his face (Ayy, baow), call him Johnny Dang (Baow, baow, baow, ayy, ayy)
Put some ice up on her wrist, her s^^t was probably plain (Her s^^t was probably plain)
Teach that b^^ch just how to s^^t like she ain’t potty trained
My lil’ shooter itchin’, b^^ch, and he fresh out the can
B^^ch, I ball and shoot, b^^ch, 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 (Ayy, ayy), that was my advance (Wha)

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
Big stepper, rule the land (Rule the land)
Pink diamonds, Killa Cam (Killa Cam)
Put them drugs on the road, pull up broad (Ayy), I’m Peter Pan (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, ayy)
Hit Detroit, count up bands (Ayy)
Flip the work and feed the clan (Shotty)
I could whip the pot and hold my Glock without switching hands (Wha)
Switch the drop, this a Mercedes (Skrrt), hit your block, like, let’s go crazy (Baow, baow, baow)
Riding through Detroit with that old boy, they think I’m Skilla Baby (They think I’m Skilla Baby)
Nodding of the Perc’, but still alert even though I’m lazy
Hitting up my plug, like (Frrt), “Can you put a switch on a three eighty?”(Frrt, frrt, frrt)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans (Ayy, go check on your mans)
Put like fifty in his face (Ayy, baow), call him Johnny Dang (Baow, baow, baow, ayy, ayy)
Put some ice up on her wrist, her s^^t was probably plain (Her s^^t was probably plain)
Teach that b^^ch just how to s^^t (Woo) like she ain’t potty trained (Wha)
My lil’ shooter itchin’ (Ayy), b^^ch, and he fresh out the can
B^^ch, I ball and shoot, b^^ch, 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 (Ayy, ayy), that was my advance (Wha)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Ha, ha
Nah, for real
Bah, bah
Ayy, ha, I pull up in coupe, my lil’ n^^gas pull up and shoot (Bah)
Hop out with switch and kill a whole group (Grrt)
Call dog off the glass, throw me an oop, ha
When I’m in New York with the Rebels (Ha), these b^^ches treat me like Rowdy (Like Rowdy)
The same b^^ch think you a client (Ha), give me the neck, then I’m outie, ha (I’m outie)
I be outside everyday, my n^^ga, it ain’t hard to find me (Uh-uh)
B^^ch hop on me, Karate (Bah)
These n^^gas be smoking on blockie (No cap)
I got more money than rappers (Ha), how the f^^k is a rapper gon’ sign me (How the f^^k?)
I be in the trenches like linemen (Mm)
My n^^gas still fighting them bodies
Me, I be fighting my demons (My demons)
I f^^k around, tweak for no reason (No reason)
Hit an opp’ in the head and I’m leaving (Fah)
You know me, I got over not even, ha

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans (Go check on your mans)
Put like fifty in his face (Ayy, baow), call him Johnny Dang (Baow, baow, baow, ayy, ayy)
Put some ice up on her wrist, her s^^t was probably plain (Her s^^t was probably plain)
Teach that b^^ch just how to s^^t (Woo, woo) like she ain’t potty trained (Wha)
My lil’ shooter itchin’ (Ayy), b^^ch, and he fresh out the can
B^^ch, I ball and shoot, b^^ch, 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 (Ayy, ayy), that was my advance (Wha)

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