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grizzy - right now lyrics

[chorus: grizzy & mayhem]
pull up in the four right now and i’m with the 4’s right now (right now!)
pull up in the four right now and i’m with the 4’s right now
tryna count racks in the bando i don’t wanna talk right now (talk right now!)
i’m trappin, i’m trappin, i’m trapping cos i want it all right now (all right now!), x2

[verse 1 : grizzy]
pull up , pull up in the four right now and i’m with the 4’s right now (right now!)
talk about when you had dough but you’re kinda poor right now (broke sh-t)
if t-roy, bando & chase knocking on your door mind out (move!)
put the big pump to your face you might see the corn fly out (pow!)
i’m trappin, i’m trappin, i’m trapping no time to look at you (look at you)
we’re buying the guns that we’re clapping you know what mula do
don’t get yourself in a smoke and the madness had nothing to do with you
you ain’t bussin’ no guns, you ain’t making no money i no longer move with you (d-ckhead)
i’m trappin, i’m trappin, that’s why we’ve got guns and we’re clapping (grizzy one fiddy)
one fiddy run bricky we hang with o’trizzy & clapham (fiddy!)
i’m trappin, i’m trappin, you get all your money and splash it (grizzy one fiddy)
all these b-tches love grizzy i don’t even know how it happened

[verse 2 : mayhem]
if it ain’t bout money then i don’t wanna talk right now (talk right now!)
seven bags for the smelly i can buy a box right now (right now!)
violate one of the g’s then you can get shot right now (shot right now!)
trappin’ ain’t dead i don’t wanna stop for now (stop for now!)
your weed is dead that ammi don’t make a sound (that sh-t quiet!)
you don’t wanna war right now, four door with the dot dot pow pow
or i’ll pull up with the 4’s right now, come to your door right now, pay a home visit
these n-ggas don’t want smoke, they be broke, ain’t ever seeing four figures
all i see is smoke when i roll and blow one of my swishers
i ain’t have to talk cos my swag can take one of your b-tches
i only f-ck with the realist my n-ggas, my n-ggas, my n-ggas, my n-ggas (free the opps)
from the trey to the brix to the drive i’ve got a squad full of drillers

[chorus: grizzy & mayhem]
pull up in the four right now and i’m with the 4’s right now (right now!)
pull up in the four right now and i’m with the 4’s right now
tryna count racks in the bando i don’t wanna talk right now (stizzy!)
i’m trappin, i’m trappin, i’m trapping cos i want it all right now (all right now!), x2

[verse 3 : stizzy]
f-ck all the talk, buck me right now (gang gang!)
i come and i’m beating the k, taliban style
b-tch in the bando (bando!)
cl1ck on the menu
i don’t do parties, trap house is the venue
these n-ggas pretending, i don’t see that n-gga catch up with his bredrin’ (where he at?)
true story and ending, thirty this clip never ending
my n-ggas unstoppable, tom cruise-mission impossible
machetes they chopping you, stop lying the b-tches ain’t bopping you
put two shots in the dots, they wouldn’t know what to do (g’gang!)
two a’s upside-down that make a double u (worsopp drive!)
you say you got a scram on the a ? well n-gga who’s stopping you? (gang!)
you a stain in this b-tch, my n-ggers they mopping you

[verse 4 : mgargg]
pull up, pull up in the four door now
pull up make the four raw blow make the four raw blow
corn rip your torso’s out, make your girl main court might beat then i (skrr skrr)
cah i done with it, bullets flying through the air better run with it
bando black rugar and the punts with it
it’s mad dough, risk kick hand jump with it (jugga jugga)
you know i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas, just bang on these d-ckheads and tryna get figures (d-ckhead)
tryna stack all these figures and hating -ss n-ggers we makin their b-tches (their hoes)
madting sadting, trapo smoke off though your hamstring
ramnbo’s in the kitchen with the han’ting his barrel got you looking down a barrel automatic ting
really tho, really tho, really tho?
we f-ckin’ the fans and the insta hoes
your main b-tch been my side-girl she been a ho (been a thot)
really tho?
your homie can get a real frigga’bo
tell him don’t act up for f-ck with my figures before barrels start spinning like tapes on a video (tapes on a video)

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