Chris Plenty, Kyle - Right Now lyrics
[Chris Plenty, Kyle - Right Now lyrics]
Only time can tell we went wrong
Fuck you doing giving up
Only you can give a fuck
Hit the blunt and lift you up
Float up on your tippy toes
Fuckin with these trippy hoes
Hit a trippy stick feelin like
I play the piccolo
Get a broad, get some blow
She hit it you gettin blown
Win-win situation
Hit the cheeks I’m headin home
High ass nigga
My bad I don’t mean to bypass niggas
One too many dutches is what I had nigga
Sittin in the front seat of my car
Like I gotta have it all
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I gotta have it all right now, right now
Right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Man i used to want to be spider man
Ya, whip a lot of ass
Swing from trees and shit
Catch bad guys and save cats
Maybe holler at Mary Jane, dress up in a mask
Well now I just rap
Days away from a mental breakdown
Cops keep giving me shakedowns and all
Of these niggas I stay ’round
Just lay round and complain
How they feel betrayed
That I chose not to stay down
With niggas who just choose to stay down and
Lay round and fuck they life up
Fuck they life up, fuck them niggas man
They all bums and when they hear this song
I hope it fucks they night up alright bruh
Instead of searching for your lighter
Search for the light inside of yo head nigga
The one that can buy you a bed nigga
Keep you, your moms and them fed nigga
It’s yo brain, I can’t use it
And all of the doggy fucking duders
Beautiful losers
10 day tours won't make you a
Star unless you do it
I’m not hushin’ shit I’m not rushing shit
You can throw your shots I’m not ducking shit
I’m eating that that and swinging back
Go on ask my bruh how my punches hit
It’s all goodie though
It’s all goodie though
Always has been and always will
You’re a friend to me, turned frenemy
I’m sorry to keep it so real yeah
Sittin in the front seat of my car
Like I gotta have it all
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I gotta have it all right now, right now
Right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Fuck you doing giving up
Only you can give a fuck
Hit the blunt and lift you up
Float up on your tippy toes
Fuckin with these trippy hoes
Hit a trippy stick feelin like
I play the piccolo
Get a broad, get some blow
She hit it you gettin blown
Win-win situation
Hit the cheeks I’m headin home
High ass nigga
My bad I don’t mean to bypass niggas
One too many dutches is what I had nigga
Sittin in the front seat of my car
Like I gotta have it all
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I gotta have it all right now, right now
Right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Man i used to want to be spider man
Ya, whip a lot of ass
Swing from trees and shit
Catch bad guys and save cats
Maybe holler at Mary Jane, dress up in a mask
Well now I just rap
Days away from a mental breakdown
Cops keep giving me shakedowns and all
Of these niggas I stay ’round
Just lay round and complain
How they feel betrayed
That I chose not to stay down
With niggas who just choose to stay down and
Lay round and fuck they life up
Fuck they life up, fuck them niggas man
They all bums and when they hear this song
I hope it fucks they night up alright bruh
Instead of searching for your lighter
Search for the light inside of yo head nigga
The one that can buy you a bed nigga
Keep you, your moms and them fed nigga
It’s yo brain, I can’t use it
And all of the doggy fucking duders
Beautiful losers
10 day tours won't make you a
Star unless you do it
I’m not hushin’ shit I’m not rushing shit
You can throw your shots I’m not ducking shit
I’m eating that that and swinging back
Go on ask my bruh how my punches hit
It’s all goodie though
It’s all goodie though
Always has been and always will
You’re a friend to me, turned frenemy
I’m sorry to keep it so real yeah
Sittin in the front seat of my car
Like I gotta have it all
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I gotta have it all right now, right now
Right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now