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band$field x lo-hill (dolla$tre & bc danna) - right now lyrics

(intro: bc danna)
i’m flyer than a b-tch right now
bl-w j-b might hire a nigga b-tch right now
i’m on my shit right now, i got a zip right now
dolla sign tre, come and spit ya shit right now

(verse 1: dolla$tre)
water whippin’ up a zip right now
tryna put this d-ck all in ya b-tch right now
i’m wit’ the shits right now
i’m loadin’ up the 4-5th on a goofy
i’m on the fifth servin’, flippin’, and movin’
like it’s some shit from the movies
and my lil’ nigga gon’ hit anything movin’

(verse 2: bc danna)
we drop the stacks, he drop ya body, they view it
next nigga won’t be so foolish
we servin’ dog food fiends is jus’ roofin’
we tryna go way p-ss hoopin’
i’m talkin’ paris. jerusalem

(verse 3: dolla$tre)
and i’m gon’ dump it, unload it
and i’m gon’ switch out the tooly
and if it ain’t ’bout that paper
then don’t even bring nothin’ to me
i’m into diamonds, and re-rockin’, and countin’ some mula
and ya old b-tches see we countin’ the stacks like jewish

(verse 4: bc danna)
in large amounts when we do it
weed, lean, pills, guns, clips this shit is a movie
these niggas mickeys & goofys
i gotta get these m’s on my side
my niggas g’s & they slide
in the g-ride, what it be like
circle got a straight line, logo on the nissan
and i keep ya hoe on my d
got her ridin’ ’til her f-ckin’ body’s on e

(verse 5: dolla$tre & bc danna)
and you better not slip if you tryna find me
i’m jus’ ridin’ wit’ a b-tch, who jus’ tryna ride me
if i’m on that strip know the nine by me
homicide by me, all this crime by me
you can try to rob me, i ain’t losin’ no sleep
i’m sellin’ that food so my niggas could eat
10 toes down in the trap all week
water whippin’ these babies the newborns leaked
you thinkin’ ’bout bringin’ that drama to me
are you brazy these shooters surrounded by me

(verse 6: dolla$tre)
and i got a suppressor, i run up and wet ya
my faith in the tarp cause i know god’ll bless us
a finesser, i need all my extras
i short you, i front you, i don’t need a measure

(verse 7: bc danna)
never mixin’ the business wit’ pleasure, you know we know better
cold as a leather in chilliest weather
it ain’t ya luck that you light as a feather
ya hoe on the rally you know i’ma check her

(verse 8: dolla$tre)
ooh, hit you wit’ 38 special
you can run but, i bet i’ll catch you
only scared of my momma and metrich
i’m servin’ these junkies ’til the day that catch me

(verse 9: bc danna & dolla$tre)
you push me, you right where that edge be
ironic my right hand jus’ left him
i’m whippin’ my left, and finessed him
i’m servin’ right outta the western
you test us it’s nike, and newports
in other words we gon’ jus’ check him
i’m not wit’ the bitin’, and two talk
i move wit’ the smith, and the weston
a nigga want rec, put two in his chest
his crew get the rest, empty the clip
got the guns in the luggage ya niggas don’t trip
and this 40 don’t let me down, cause i’ma let that rip
at yo shit, motherf-ckers better duck when the fool spit
one shot make a nigga do a full flip
2/11 in the room, make a move b-tch

(verse 10: bc danna)
all my niggas been trappin’ ain’t new to this
police know but, they don’t got proof
yea, ya body still together but, you don’t got a roof
motherf-ckers better shoot nigga, facts only
everything real in my raps homie
every nigga real in my clique really
move mountains like usher we so chilly
and so hilly
i’m flyer than a b-tch right now
bl-w j-b might hire a nigga b-tch right now
i’m on that sip right now, still got a zip right now
f-ck them niggas meek, danna, tre is the shit right now

- bandfield x lo hill dollatre bc danna lyrics

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