Right Now lyrics

[Intro]
That b*tch hard
Thirty pointers in the face (sh*t)
Yeah, APs, Rollies, all that sh*t
n*gga, I would've popped out with a Patek on you n*ggas (sh*t)

[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 f*ckin' pint of the Tris right now (I'll drink a whole f*ckin' 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 b*tch pipe down (b*tch, shut the f*ck 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 (sh*t, we can pour a whole eight)
We at the club, b*tch tryna get beat right now (You tryna f*ck in the club?)
I ain't tryna f*ck you right now 'cause it stink right now (b*tch, you gotta take a shower first)
Bag in, I can put a n*gga 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)
sh*t, I was finna just let the beat ride out (sh*t)
b*tch, 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 (sh*t)
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 n*gga, I can put a b*tch on him (Crazy, that's easy)
I can put a girl on him
Baby blue old-school with the pearl on it (sh*t)
Medellin hit with somethin', it's a swirl in it
I ain't wanna f*ck, she f*cked me for that nut, she actin' like a squirrel, don't she?
n*ggas broke as f*ck, 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 n*gga 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
n*gga, 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
n*ggas 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 n*ggas don't even own cars
I don't wanna hear about your war story, n*gga, I got my own scars