Right Now

Lyrics

[Intro] That bitch hard Thirty pointers in the face (Shit) Yeah, APs, Rollies, all that shit Nigga, I would've popped out with a Patek on you niggas (Shit) [Verse] I got a bust down watch on my wrist right now (I got a bust down watch on my wrist) I'll drink a whole fuckin' pint of the Tris right now (I'll drink a whole fuckin' pint of the Tris) I got thirty racks on me, all slips right now (Thirty racks on me, all blues) I got so much money on me, make a bitch pipe down (Bitch, shut the fuck up, who you talkin' to?) I got thirty pointer diamonds in the link right now (Bling) I got a whole pint of red if I wanna drink right now (Shit, we can pour a whole eight) We at the club, bitch tryna get beat right now (You tryna fuck in the club?) I ain't tryna fuck you right now 'cause it stink right now (Bitch, you gotta take a shower first) Bag in, I can put a nigga on his feet right now (What you need?) Brodie back in, we might set the play and have to speed right out (Go, go, go) Shit, I was finna just let the beat ride out (Shit) Bitch, I'm rich, it's a hundred dollars for my three-five now In the club with a stick on me In the booth with a stick on me Just bought a ten milli' with a switch on it (Shit) I'll knock down your big homie I put my all in my dog and he switched on me Twenty pointer diamond links, spent a brick on it I just pulled up to the hood in some Rick Owens He a light-skinned nigga, I can put a bitch on him (Crazy, that's easy) I can put a girl on him Baby blue old-school with the pearl on it (Shit) Medellin hit with somethin', it's a swirl in it I ain't wanna fuck, she fucked me for that nut, she actin' like a squirrel, don't she? Niggas broke as fuck, tried to sell my watch, nobody offered up (Tell me why a girl want it?) Know I'm in the hood if you see the store open I just bought a cup of ice cream, poured a four on it Slimed a nigga out, got ten 'bows, and we left him in the crib, bro, why you leave the door open? I cut the plug out and clipped the cord on him Nigga, I be spittin' real facts, why you snorin' on me? So much water on my neck, it's a storm on me I'm in Collins sellin' dope out my dormitory Would tell you 'bout this, but it's a long story Me and Tizzle ridin' 'round in a Longhorn Niggas wearing Cartiers with the long horns Me and gang back to back, three or four foreigns And we all got 'em wrapped, so you know they ours These broke-ass niggas don't even own cars I don't wanna hear about your war story, nigga, I got my own scars