Right Now
Young Chop on the beat
Uh, uh
Sosa baby, GBE baby, Glo Gang baby
You know how I'm rocking baby
Like cutoff stocking baby
Kush in my pocket baby
The feds keep saying I ain't right
They heard I got them chickens and them pies
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
Smoking on this Tooka got me high (high)
I just feel I can fall from the sky now (right now)
I swear that I'm high (high) and I can't pipe down (pipe down)
I'm rolling with the guys
Try one of us and you get piped down (pipe down)
And then I saw your thot
I took her home then she got piped down (piped down)
Nigga put down your Glock
You're not a plumber or a shooter
Put your pipe down (pipe down)
I'm counting on this guap (on this guap)
While I'm recording on this verse right now
The feds keep saying I ain't right
They heard I got them chickens and them pies
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
The judge trying to lock me up for driving
I should buy a helicopter, lock me up for flying
You lucky I ain't in Chiraq, pull up doing violence, drills
But I'm in Cali and bitch I live in the hills
Don't send me back to rehab, your honor (your honor)
'Cause I'ma get out and keep smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
You trying to send me back to jail, your honor
But I ain't sold dope for three summers (three summers)
You just don't wanna see me get money
But what I'ma do and keep getting money
The cops shooting us like it's nothing
But if I shoot one of them bitches I'm going under
The feds keep saying I ain't right (I ain't right)
They heard I got them chickens and them pies (them chickens and them pies)
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
Uh, uh
Sosa baby, GBE baby, Glo Gang baby
You know how I'm rocking baby
Like cutoff stocking baby
Kush in my pocket baby
The feds keep saying I ain't right
They heard I got them chickens and them pies
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
Smoking on this Tooka got me high (high)
I just feel I can fall from the sky now (right now)
I swear that I'm high (high) and I can't pipe down (pipe down)
I'm rolling with the guys
Try one of us and you get piped down (pipe down)
And then I saw your thot
I took her home then she got piped down (piped down)
Nigga put down your Glock
You're not a plumber or a shooter
Put your pipe down (pipe down)
I'm counting on this guap (on this guap)
While I'm recording on this verse right now
The feds keep saying I ain't right
They heard I got them chickens and them pies
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
The judge trying to lock me up for driving
I should buy a helicopter, lock me up for flying
You lucky I ain't in Chiraq, pull up doing violence, drills
But I'm in Cali and bitch I live in the hills
Don't send me back to rehab, your honor (your honor)
'Cause I'ma get out and keep smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
You trying to send me back to jail, your honor
But I ain't sold dope for three summers (three summers)
You just don't wanna see me get money
But what I'ma do and keep getting money
The cops shooting us like it's nothing
But if I shoot one of them bitches I'm going under
The feds keep saying I ain't right (I ain't right)
They heard I got them chickens and them pies (them chickens and them pies)
The judge trying to lock me up right now
Nigga wishing he could give me life
I'm on my way to Paris on a flight now
I'm too gone, I'm in the sky
I got all this fucking guap on me right now
And I don't know why
Credits
Writer(s): Ester Dean, Nick Rotteveel, Robyn Fenty, Giorgio H. Tuinfort, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Pierre David Guetta, Shaffer Smith, Terius Youngdell Nash, Tor Erik Hermansen
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