Right Now歌詞

作詞 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee
作曲 : Christian Olivarez/Khalik Antonio Caldwell
I been talkin' sh*t, better find you a n*gga to hate on
Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on
A whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown
B*tch, it won't take long, I need it right now (Cio)
We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now
Go stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now
I done f**ked hoes in more rooms than the White House
B*tch, he talkin' 'bout what? Ayy, he better get back
A whole lot of TECs like a tech, so we'll send that
This should of came with some fries, it's a big MAC
If my n*gga don't got it, I got it, I get that
We getting a workout, give us a six pack
They gon' OD off the flow, this that crinack
We know your b*tch ass hatin'
What the f**k is you gettin' at?
'Cause we'll push up and come spin that
He think he gettin' on the map, but get wiped off
These different diamonds look good with the lights off
If he acting dirty, we spray him like Lysol
Hot box the Airbnb with some Pine Sol
Get in the air like a pilot and fly off
We slangin' iron in the field, but don't like golf
Used to be tax free, now I do write-offs
Bro pushin' keys, we can have us a type off
Went from a Porsche to a Beamer, then Benz on 'em
Didn't give me nothin' and I got revenge on 'em
Look through the scope, we gon' put the whole lens on 'em
Hoes tryna f**k me, I put her in the friendzone
Money not money, you n*ggas don't got none
Pull up and drop 'em and let them be bygones
Lil' bro on parole, so he cannot be by guns
I put my hands on her ass, tryna hike some
She draw the bowl and got f**ked up
Keep telling me that I lucked up
N*gga sh*t really trash, get a dump truck
Had to play like I'm broke just to come up
Better watch what you say, can't rewind that
Got the bezel, bust down where the time at
Suit it up and we ready for combat
Ain't hit a lick before I had a contract
My lil' n*gga come lay where he hidin' at
He come out, put that K where his mind at
Sneaky link blow my line, I decline that
New opp pack, you get high off of contact
He drop a dot on his block, we come bomb that
N*gga f**kin' with 4, I can't find that
Need a shirt, b*tch, you can't get your bro back
Up the blick, make a opp do the four flat
I won't tag on a neck, it's a toe tag, body bag
Somebody get stretched, X'd out
Bro be geekin' for rent, she got her ass out
She a freak for a check
Drop a bag off, they be ready to step
Wherever we catch 'em, we leaving him there
We got dead n*gga weed in the air
Icy n*gga, but I keep my heat everywhere
Icy n*gga, but tuck the fire when I go
Play, we put a f**k n*gga down under the floor
We brought a hundred some rounds to the show
Send it up in this b*tch 'fore I go like a ho
Probably f**kin' his b*tch and he ain't even know
Before I signed a deal, we was kickin' in doors
Now I'm hot like the top of the stove
And I still will go post on the block with the bros
I been talkin' sh*t, better find you a n*gga to hate on
Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on
A whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown
B*tch, it won't take long, I need it right now
We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now
Go stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now
I done f**ked hoes in more rooms than the White House