Right Now

[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