Right Now lyrics

by

Rockstar


[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me

[Verse 1: PnB Chizz]
Yo work man, I’m so f*ckin’ high
Feel like my body’s out my mind
How he your rider, he don’t ride
f*ck n*gga me wrong without a [?]
With a brand-new watch, I ain’t even got time
Got a brand-new fire, I can’t even change your mind
You see all these haters on me
I done came through and took all they shine
While they was rappin’ I was trappin’, making trips
Reason why I wasn’t ever at they networking events
Every time we drop a track we gain some fans, I am convinced
n*ggas feel it ‘cause it’s realer, n*gga I think we’re the sh*t, we the sh*t
I’m the realest spitter here, f*ck you n*ggas talkin’
I pull up in that Range like f*ck you n*ggas walkin’
And I won’t ever stop until they put me in a coffin
Coppers coming then they chalk it
Where was I again? I lost it
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me

[Verse 2: PnB Shizz]
Motherf*ckers wanna act loco, all eyes on me
Hit ‘em up, 2Pac with a four-four
Block jumpin’ like a pogo
Drinkin’ liquor ‘til I’m faded, tell the bartender pour more
Rollin’ weed like tides, won’t give it a break
Cut the work ‘til it rise like I’m baking a cake
But I’m bakin’ an eighth
Cook it ‘til it oils, sh*t so good got the fiends scrapping the plate
Tryna grind a whole chicken from a half a biscuit
No Popeyes, work lookin’ like I’m missin’ a Bisquick
So fly, thirty thousand feet with an L lit
Louboutin, blood on feet, b*tch got Chanel drip
Bankrolls on fold on me
Bad b*tches on poles on me
Cîroc caseloads on me
Straight shots to the body, no vest on me
Benny bops, all hundreds, need the cream
Two b*tches gettin’ nasty, one thing
No fee n*gga, everything free
Promethazine got a n*gga on lean
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me

[Verse 3: PnB Rock]
I got them waitin’ on my sh*t to drop like a f*ckin’ celebrity
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
That’s your girlfriend, she in love with me
And she love the way that I sing to her
I’ma take her home, do my thing to her
Always talkin’ ‘bout what you ain’t doin’
She said I beat it up, you don’t do a thing to her
Smoking on piff right now
Higher than a b*tch right now
I can hit a lick right now
‘Cause I don’t give a sh*t right now
All my n*ggas do the same
All my n*ggas ‘bout money, we ain’t playin’ no games
All my n*ggas go hard
Straight to the top, where we goin’ we gon’ f*ck up the game
All my n*ggas get money like me
Smoke, pop percs, and be stunting like me
b*tch we too young, we don’t need no wifey
I say f*ck your crew ayy if y’all don’t like me
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me
I’m so high
I can’t come down from these smoke clouds
Haters all around me
All this money on me
All these hundreds on me
All my n*ggas with me
Couple bad b*tches with me
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