Riccy Runtz & G Notes - Right Now

What you doing shorty? We could get you burnt, right now
How much you moving shorty? We could get you turnt right now
Niggas bitches on the low, he the realest right now
My main bitch, she got the lo', she on a lick right now
Quiet, nigga quiet, i can't fuck with rats, all these niggas bitches
(Why they bitches)
I done met some killas, and half of em lit
(And that's facts)
Voices in the back, yelling out "attack"
(Out attack)
I can't fuck with that, cause half these niggas rats
(Man they rats)
I don't pop rocks, i pop out with my mask on
Nigga get gone, yelling out "free Homes"
I'm the realest in this shit, you see my teeth?
(You see my teeth?)
Nigga peace, i'm rocking cause my piece gone
What that nigga on?
I'm trying to get him gone
Rocky through the headphones
She like my smell, i don't wear cologne
They gotta see me bout it,
Niggas clicking up, pressure applied, the gang be out they body
This that pop-rock, no lie, take a nigga soul life
I see you trying slime me out
Out
This that pop-rock, no lie, take a nigga soul life
I see you trying slime me out
Out
And that's that pain inside me
Had me feeling all alone, but i don't need nobody
Getting kill after kill, i don't need no pill
See the real, see the real, i could feel the fake
Feel the hate is down the lake, going Hell's way
It's coming my way
It's going Hell way
It's coming my way
Run up on me blind, then it's time to go
My brother in that cut with that draco
And my brother in that cut with that draco
And i got this FN, bullets connecting
And i got this FN, bullets connecting
And i got this FN, bullets connecting
And i got this FN, bullets connecting
And i got this FN, bullets - shh
Man this shit don't make no sense
(It don't)
And my niggas sliding, niggas blood tatted on they skin
Baby let's go ride, do anything, i give you consent
This shit new to me
Man watch how you using me
Innocent, aint do a thing
(I'm innocent)
But i got bitches calling brodie phone, trying to speak to me
I got niggas trying to get you gone, you bet not say a thing
Do what i want with this hoe, i do anything
I can't feel a thing
I know they can't wait till i'm deceased
Allergic to the fake, they get too close, i might start breaking out
Remember pointing niggas out, and sleeping on my couch
Talking about how we gone make it out
We done snaked all the snakes
These niggas fake, i had to change my route
You can't hang with me now
Huh?

Written by:
Greg Donald, Rickey Dominique

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