Sha EK, C Blu - RIGHT NOW PT2 lyrics
[Sha EK, C Blu - RIGHT NOW PT2 lyrics]
Nigga suck my dick
Public service announcement: everybody throw
Up Gz gettin shot
Drop my O's you gettin shot smokin on D&D
Grrrrr, OGz the fuck up
C Blu, what's fucking cracking nigga
Niggas know my fucking body
Right now, bitch I smoke on Delila
Ima just pass you the blunt
It's 357 I got in my pants got
Me feenin and ready to dump
When I'm on the east I'm with
He like Ek his chick in a blunt
And don't try to run like Dubski
Or get hit in your head like Urell
Dummy and Lotti thats blockwork
Delila got shot now the opps hurt
They tryna drilly bop, do they lil dance
But we make them bitches get jiggy
They tryna dump but we dump back
That's his brother so Sage in a lunch pack
Fuck em, I gotta say it again
No he cannot get his lunch back
Right now, yea your bitch wanna suck me
Told bitch chill I'm high off the drugs
And you bet not pass me no blockwork
Cause it's Dubski I mixed it with runtz
That's on gang
Yea these niggas gon' feel me
They keep dissin' cause no
They can't kill me
Got me mad now you gon see the real me
Like how many opps just died
Delila got put in the sky
Heard that lil' bitch got shot in her eye
Now that lil bitch can go be with Dummy
Tryna run up, boy you is a dummy
Cause it's stuck to my side gra, gra, gra
Cause it's stuck to my side
Right now, bitch I smoke on Delila
Ima just pass you the blunt
It's 357 I got in my pants got
Me feenin and ready to dump
When I'm on the east I'm with
He like Ek his chick in a blunt
And don't try to run like Dubski
Or get hit in your head like Urell
Suck my fuckin' dick
Y'all know the fuckin' vibes nigga
Don't fuckin' run nigga oGz the fuck up
Public service announcement: everybody throw
Up Gz gettin shot
Drop my O's you gettin shot smokin on D&D
Grrrrr, OGz the fuck up
C Blu, what's fucking cracking nigga
Niggas know my fucking body
Right now, bitch I smoke on Delila
Ima just pass you the blunt
It's 357 I got in my pants got
Me feenin and ready to dump
When I'm on the east I'm with
He like Ek his chick in a blunt
And don't try to run like Dubski
Or get hit in your head like Urell
Dummy and Lotti thats blockwork
Delila got shot now the opps hurt
They tryna drilly bop, do they lil dance
But we make them bitches get jiggy
They tryna dump but we dump back
That's his brother so Sage in a lunch pack
Fuck em, I gotta say it again
No he cannot get his lunch back
Right now, yea your bitch wanna suck me
Told bitch chill I'm high off the drugs
And you bet not pass me no blockwork
Cause it's Dubski I mixed it with runtz
That's on gang
Yea these niggas gon' feel me
They keep dissin' cause no
They can't kill me
Got me mad now you gon see the real me
Like how many opps just died
Delila got put in the sky
Heard that lil' bitch got shot in her eye
Now that lil bitch can go be with Dummy
Tryna run up, boy you is a dummy
Cause it's stuck to my side gra, gra, gra
Cause it's stuck to my side
Right now, bitch I smoke on Delila
Ima just pass you the blunt
It's 357 I got in my pants got
Me feenin and ready to dump
When I'm on the east I'm with
He like Ek his chick in a blunt
And don't try to run like Dubski
Or get hit in your head like Urell
Suck my fuckin' dick
Y'all know the fuckin' vibes nigga
Don't fuckin' run nigga oGz the fuck up