Right Now - Danny Towers ft. BossMan Dlow, Lil Wet

Look
DT in this motherfucker, man

Trap open, fully loaded, but ain't no deals right now
I got 'bows, baking soda, but ain't no pills right now
I'm bringin' back that gangster shit 'cause it ain't no real right now
My lil' dog on a flat, he ready to go on a drill right now
Trap open, fully loaded, but ain't no deals right now
I got 'bows, baking soda, but ain't no pills right now
I'm bringin' back that gangster shit 'cause it ain't no real right now
My lil' dog on a flat, he ready to go on a drill right now

I had to cut some niggas off 'cause you can't take everybody with you
I knew this shit was gon' pay off, just handle up and stay consistent
I ride with baby Draco on me, you can tell by the way it's kickin'
Dog shit, I keep it on me, swap that AP for the Richard (Richard, Richard, Richard)
And for that munyun, she come quicker
Glizzy got fifty-round drum-yun, I say fuck it, I'm gon' blick 'em (Blick 'em, blick 'em, blick 'em)
And 'bout my dogs, I go the distance
Dropped a fifty in Bal Harbour, I walked out of Prada glitchin'

Trap open, fully loaded, but ain't no deals right now
I got 'bows, baking soda, but ain't no pills right now
I'm bringin' back that gangster shit 'cause it ain't no real right now
My lil' dog on a flat, he ready to go on a drill right now
Trap open, fully loaded, but ain't no deals right now
I got 'bows, baking soda, but ain't no pills right now
I'm bringin' back that gangster shit 'cause it ain't no real right now
My lil' dog on a flat, he ready to go on a drill right now

Nigga, uh
My trap open, it ain't never closed, nigga, yeah
Hundred 'bows and a bunch of loads, nigga (Yeah)
Big Za, yeah, yeah

If juggin' was a sport, I'm MVP, nigga (Jugg, jugg)
We gettin' chicken, my right pocket on KFC, nigga (Real chicken, nigga)
Apply that pressure, kill 'em dead, rest in peace, nigga (Kill 'em dead, nigga)
Me and Danny, trap slammin', real street niggas (Trap)
I got some young niggas ain't gon' play with you, they gon' do it (Rrrt)
She knew I was a Florida boy soon as she seen the Cuban
The police get behind me and hit the siren, I'ma lose it (Yoom)
Real trap nigga, it's a dope boy movement (Nigga, Big Za)

Trap open, fully loaded, but ain't no deals right now
I got 'bows, baking soda, but ain't no pills right now
I'm bringin' back that gangster shit 'cause it ain't no real right now
My lil' dog on a flat, he ready to go on a drill right now

What it is? (Brrt)
What it ain't?
What it is? (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
What it ain't?
What it is?
What it ain't?
Let's do it
Brrt, brrt

We like fast cars and parkin' AMGs (Yeah, yeah)
I got enough to buy the block and feed the streets (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Growin' up, my favorite letters PNC and ARP (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
I can tell by that fake that these niggas really creep (Let's do it)
I keep on buyin' wigs, I'm sorry I cheated on you, boo (Let's do it, let's do it)
Fuck cheese, look like I stuffed it with a shoe (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Don't leave my messages on read, got money comin' out the blue (Let's do it, let's do it)
Double-R, I got her hangin' out the motherfuckin' roof (Brrt)
Don't piss me off, I got a button behind the 17
Get money, my mama told me eat my collard greens
Jump out in that wide-body, that money, bitch, I'll slide 'bout it
My brother, I slap fives 'bout him, them bitches, they gon' cry about me
Yeah

What it is?
What it ain't?
What it is?
What it ain't?
What it is?
What it ain't?
Let's do it
Brrt, brrt