Morgue Juice WRLD

[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