Right Now lyrics

[Intro: Six Ward Von]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Getta Beats)
Got all these motherf*ckin' chains on right now
It's about thirty of 'em in this b*tch (Damn, JakeSand)
And I got gang in this b*tch right now
Right now

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
b*tch took that unemployment money to Miami, got her ass lift
(b*tch, what you do with all that money you just had?)
She said, "Don't you ever get me mixed up with your last b*tch
(Say, "Don't you ever get me mixed up with none of them hoes")
sh*t, she just turned twenty-one, she a savage
(b*tch a lil' savage, b*tch got her CPL and everything)
If them b*tches get behind me at thе light, I'ma stab it
Amiris almost too damn tight, they won't fasten
FN go right through the dеtector 'cause it's plastic
All the love I get, b*tches know it ain't for rappin'
Why your plug snitchin' and you still goin' to grab sh*t?
All them hoes ugly, he ain't never had a bad b*tch
I ain't finna ride in the whip if ain't a stash in it
And brodie go on high-speeds, he might crash in it
I can't be 'round no n*gga with a bad image
My dog died, doctor said he full of Percocets
Ten milli', four-five, XD, which one work the best?
b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause I rap, I don't know her yet
Woke up with di*k all in her face and the morning breath
I wake up and get some money, you wake up lookin' for n*ggas
I ain't friendly with new faces, I ain't finna take a picture
Crazy we took after our mamas, all my n*ggas got switches
And if an opp ain't dead, then I bet he got injured
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
If an opp come up dead, they already know we did it
Catch a case by myself, I don't need no codefendant
Ridin' through the Six with a n*gga b*tch, windows tinted
She just wanna eat the di*k up 'cause she know we winnin'
b*tch, we make it obvious
Doin' a show, I just made it rain in the audience
Hundred racks for my backend, b*tch, it's all legit
You been rappin' for ten years and still ain't on, you need to call it quits
Washed-up n*ggas, don't quit your day job
I can get a whole street gone if I say slide
Bank tellers know my name when I walk in banks now
First gun I ever owned was a f*ckin' tre pound
It was blue steel, got so many kicks, I need a shoe deal
f*ck a b*tch for three days straight off this blue pill
Ride down the block, stop and shoot like I'm Lou Will'
Told my b*tch I f*cked her best friend, kept it too real
Hey, Von, we gotta turn this b*tch out, we the last ones left
Screamin', "Free Reese," every time I ride past the Six
Five chains on, that's equivalent to a half a brick
We in a Tesla, this b*tch park itself when I'm backin' in
Six Ward babies, put the city on our back
Revolver hold eight, but I got fifty in the MAC
I'm finna f*ck for sure, she put her kitty on my lap
Hit him in the head with the strap and left a titty in the back
Paid seven racks for a pound of zaz'
I can count out ten thousand before you count to five
Shot the crib up, hit everything, but the house survived
Hit him in his stomach with a K, it popped out his eye