Right Now
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled body flyin' (tik, tock, yeah)
I been getting to the money all day. Cut all the talking
Bitch get the fuck out my face (yeah, fuck out my face)
Heard my song, Bitch we don't fuck with them jakes
Had a record label meeting, I was late. (fuck a record label)
I'm tryna sign for a million on my plate. (I'm tryna eat)
All my brothers screamin' slime, we some snakes
(Slatttyhaaa) Slat
Bitch I slat
Bitch I slat
Bitch I slide. (ay)
Pull up in a Wraith, put a boy bitch, somebody dying
Got my Rollie my wrist but bitch I can't even tell the time
Big X O in this bitch and you know we fucking taking over
Put a bitch on molly, x I just mixed it over
And you talking all that talk but your music career's over
Yeah you shop at Pacsun, bitch I shop at Dover
2024, if you in my way, bitch Imma run you over
I ain't really talking crazy, I ain't really talk 'bout none
Quit showing love bitch that shit is done
All these rap boys my mother fucking son
Bitch, I really get up in this bitch, I got my blick my gun
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled up body flyin' (tik, tock)
Everybody, love they talk 'bout me. (ay)
But I'm crazy bitch, I see
Pulled up from three, bitch its green, like I'm playing that 2K
Pull up my block, I ain't got time today, but imma do it today
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled up body flyin' (tik, tock)
I been getting to the money all day
Cut all the talking, bitch get the fuck out my face
(yeah, fuck out my face)
Heard my song, Bitch we don't fuck with them jakes
Had a record label meeting, I was late. (fuck a record label)
I'm tryna sign for a million on my plate. (I'm tryna eat)
All my brothers screamin' slime, we some snakes
(Slatttyhaaa)
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled body flyin' (tik, tock, yeah)
I been getting to the money all day. Cut all the talking
Bitch get the fuck out my face (yeah, fuck out my face)
Heard my song, Bitch we don't fuck with them jakes
Had a record label meeting, I was late. (fuck a record label)
I'm tryna sign for a million on my plate. (I'm tryna eat)
All my brothers screamin' slime, we some snakes
(Slatttyhaaa) Slat
Bitch I slat
Bitch I slat
Bitch I slide. (ay)
Pull up in a Wraith, put a boy bitch, somebody dying
Got my Rollie my wrist but bitch I can't even tell the time
Big X O in this bitch and you know we fucking taking over
Put a bitch on molly, x I just mixed it over
And you talking all that talk but your music career's over
Yeah you shop at Pacsun, bitch I shop at Dover
2024, if you in my way, bitch Imma run you over
I ain't really talking crazy, I ain't really talk 'bout none
Quit showing love bitch that shit is done
All these rap boys my mother fucking son
Bitch, I really get up in this bitch, I got my blick my gun
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled up body flyin' (tik, tock)
Everybody, love they talk 'bout me. (ay)
But I'm crazy bitch, I see
Pulled up from three, bitch its green, like I'm playing that 2K
Pull up my block, I ain't got time today, but imma do it today
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now
(fuck that white hoe right now)
I'm tryna fuck that white hoe Right Now (fuck that white hoe)
Put a boy down. (yeah) Put a bitch down. (brrr)
Put a boy (uh). Put a boy up. Pulled up body flyin' (tik, tock)
I been getting to the money all day
Cut all the talking, bitch get the fuck out my face
(yeah, fuck out my face)
Heard my song, Bitch we don't fuck with them jakes
Had a record label meeting, I was late. (fuck a record label)
I'm tryna sign for a million on my plate. (I'm tryna eat)
All my brothers screamin' slime, we some snakes
(Slatttyhaaa)
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