Right Now
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Bullets to the face we got shit that make your gator walk
Push a nigga down now he gone just like a grain of salt
Hide and Seek these bullets ain't gone miss you run you gone get caught
They say he got away that boy he dead, he ain't get no second thought
What he say?
We ain't missing niggas we got plenty triggers
Where he stay?
Blow down on his block gone run off with his liver
He play he lay
Crash out on that boy he jumping around like tigger
Ruin your day
Teach him about the morgue then we dismiss him
Running through them packs make my boy call a blitz
We been hitting niggas, I'm not talking about no kitty licks
Trap done reached capacity, yeah that bitchs stay filled with hell of blicks
I got plenty drums. I can't go no where with out my sticks
Put em down cause we heard he asking what we bout
I got eyes and ears everywhere, gone die by word of mouth
They gone fuck around and make me catch a top, im crossing out
Better asking that boy before you start fucking with the Souf
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Shitting on these niggas like a baby, got me pissed off
Up the glocky gotta nigga frozen like he Kristoff
Ion do no conversation bitch I let my sticks talk
I got niggas mortified the way I the do my rick walk
We gone get em stepped on, he gone think its Astroworld
Dick biting shark boy, this heat gone make him lava girl
Blowing up his spot, he a bitch call em miss pearl
Nigga we the wave, I ain't talking about no s curl
Hit her on the futon
We get bread like croutons
Coldest nigga the Ville rushing y'all like Putin
Its the remix to ignition
She got niggas wishing
We been out the house we ain't asking for permission
No Sahbabii nigga, bitch I'm having, got a double dick
She got all ass, when I fucked her called her double bitch
Nigga got me twisted and I'm not talking about no Allen wrench
Demon Time Skii, bitch I'm having hoe I'm really rich
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Bullets to the face we got shit that make your gator walk
Push a nigga down now he gone just like a grain of salt
Hide and Seek these bullets ain't gone miss you run you gone get caught
They say he got away that boy he dead, he ain't get no second thought
What he say?
We ain't missing niggas we got plenty triggers
Where he stay?
Blow down on his block gone run off with his liver
He play he lay
Crash out on that boy he jumping around like tigger
Ruin your day
Teach him about the morgue then we dismiss him
Running through them packs make my boy call a blitz
We been hitting niggas, I'm not talking about no kitty licks
Trap done reached capacity, yeah that bitchs stay filled with hell of blicks
I got plenty drums. I can't go no where with out my sticks
Put em down cause we heard he asking what we bout
I got eyes and ears everywhere, gone die by word of mouth
They gone fuck around and make me catch a top, im crossing out
Better asking that boy before you start fucking with the Souf
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Shitting on these niggas like a baby, got me pissed off
Up the glocky gotta nigga frozen like he Kristoff
Ion do no conversation bitch I let my sticks talk
I got niggas mortified the way I the do my rick walk
We gone get em stepped on, he gone think its Astroworld
Dick biting shark boy, this heat gone make him lava girl
Blowing up his spot, he a bitch call em miss pearl
Nigga we the wave, I ain't talking about no s curl
Hit her on the futon
We get bread like croutons
Coldest nigga the Ville rushing y'all like Putin
Its the remix to ignition
She got niggas wishing
We been out the house we ain't asking for permission
No Sahbabii nigga, bitch I'm having, got a double dick
She got all ass, when I fucked her called her double bitch
Nigga got me twisted and I'm not talking about no Allen wrench
Demon Time Skii, bitch I'm having hoe I'm really rich
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
She gone pop a tag, shawty want me on her ass like right now
Popping on that hoe gone pipe her down before I lay her down
Got hitters with me, all of my lil homies not gone play around
We in your city talking out your neck gone get you held down
Speaking all that rara out your neck ain't making no sound
Gorillas in this bitch we beating chest just like its rolling loud
Plenty pennies count em up gone make em cheer like penny proud
Only fye i need is on my waist, got shit that make you clear the crowd
Credits
Writer(s): Kaya Drakeford
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