Right Now - Troy Ave

You can’t tell me everything I drop ain’t a motherfucking hit right now

Can’t tell me all these hoes in the spot ain’t on my dick right now

If a nigga act up I’ma come up off my hip right now

Other than that I’ma chill and feel like I’m the shit right now

What the fuck can’t I buy?

I’m levitating, oh my

Who the fuck’s gonna try?

That’s who the fuck’s gonna die

Ain’t no time to say bye, if I don’t see eye to eye with you

I don’t start shit but I spark shit, and finish the issue

And none of your niggas gon' come get revenge

Cause all of them niggas pussy you call friends

And I can see clearly through these vintage lens

If he from the start that’s where it ends, oh, oh

God is great, have mercy

Getting cake, no mercy

Die broke nigga, ah-hah

You can’t tell me everything I drop ain’t a motherfucking hit right now

Can’t tell me all these hoes in the spot ain’t on my dick right now

If a nigga act up I’ma come up off my hip right now

Other than that I’ma chill and feel like I’m the shit right now

You ain’t better than me on my worst day

It’s my scooby little birthday

BK is my birthplace

Her mans play for my stake

Hater is you mad?

You think I’m from Philly ‘cause I’m in my bag

It’s a Louis bag, I’m chewing

Got the gwap from the coke in the pot

And the shit’s still brewing

I am everything that you not

And you just feel ruined

So you say I’m just singing

Don’t forget to say I’m balling

And my diamonds they stay blinging

If you a hater just know I’m shitting on you

Flashy thing walking marble, the marvelous views

Gorgeous chick in my bed

Million cash worth of bread

And the only way I rest my head

And the real ones love it

The fake may not relate, the real ones love it

I am blessed ‘cause god is great

Put none' above

I’m blessed, I’m blessed, and she in public

I ain’t preaching though

You can’t tell me everything I drop ain’t a motherfucking hit right now

Can’t tell me all these hoes in the spot ain’t on my dick right now

If a nigga act up I’ma come up off my hip right now

Other than that I’ma chill and feel like I’m the shit right now

We talkin' finessing, waving the Smith with the Wesson

Hoe is in 4's to inspect it, the drug game, now the rap game

Got the hood screaming they love it

Whipping the white like I’m

Passing the rock, Reggie

This 4−5 could rush ya

The rundown could hush ya

Quiet these niggas, they talking

Good with the desert, it’s spoken

My name should be mentioned like

On the crate with the grams, I’m exhausted

The paper up like a rooster

Be careful, I’m known as a shooter

A shooter

Blocks out, with the rock sales

Cutting that bowl like

Bitches wishing that they know me

That 40 will bang for the homie

Slinging that dope on your block

Busting this shot at your top

Niggas don’t want it with block

Something like Steph with the shot

Your body get rocked when it drop

You can’t tell me everything I drop ain’t a motherfucking hit right now

Can’t tell me all these hoes in the spot ain’t on my dick right now

If a nigga act up I’ma come up off my hip right now

Other than that I’ma chill and feel like I’m the shit right now