Morgue

[Intro]

Yeah, late up

It's getting late, you should go home (Oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]

It's getting late, you should go home

Security will show you to the door

I ain't pickin' up my phone

So, you assume that I'm out with a whore

Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue (Ayy, ayy)

I got your wifey lookin' like a whore (Uh, ayy)

Dread my hair, they did it all before

They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before, uh

[Verse 1]

That's okay cause I'ma do it more, huh, huh

Bought some Gucci's, just don't scuff 'em on the floor, huh (Yeah, aye)

Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh

We ain't lovin' sluts, ain't lovin' whores, bruh

Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh

Now I'm tryin' to kick it with the floor, uh

I mean with my feet up

Now I'm tryin' to kick it with my feet up

Play a lil' 2k, maybe try a lil' FIFA

I remember I was crackin' Visas

Now I'm fuckin' someone's girlfriend, her name Lisa

Do you feel me?

Cause I don't feel Ya

[Chorus]

It's getting late, you should go home

Security will show you to the door

I ain't pickin' up my phone

So, you assume that I'm out with a whore

Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue (Ayy, ayy)

I got your wifey lookin' like a whore (Uh, ayy)

Dread my hair, they did it all before

They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before

[Verse 2]

Tryin' to get out of the friend zone

O.D. off of the benzos

It's a party tonight, here's the info

No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo?

Bring the pints in

See 'em on the horizon

My connections, sound like Verizon

Gun get to singin', Barbra Streisand (Huh)

I'ma beat the pot with the left hand

Married to the money, you ain't even the best man

I'ma put my dick, it's touchin' her intestines

Hold my dick just like a mic, that bitch was testin'

Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga

Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it

I've been ballin' hard, in the Montclair fitted

Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visits

Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted

[Bridge]

Her love's a no show

Keep that on the low, though

She loves the benzos

I love the bands, though

Her love's a no show

Keep that on the low, though

High off the benzos

Tryin' to get out of the friend zone

[Chorus]

It's getting late, you should go home

Security will show you to the door

I ain't pickin' up my phone

So, you assume that I'm out with a whore

Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue

I got your wifey lookin' like a whore

Dread my hair, they did it all before

They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before