Toosii – Right Now Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Right Now – Toosii

Said I need it right now
You cut all of the lights out
You can see me like Diddy
He blowin’ the trap phone
I know he get a pack on
He move s**t like it’s weed

I do s**t with a mask on
Like f**k it, let’s get this task on
No these n**gas can’t see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C’s
Would’ve thought I was crip
But these n**gas wanna be me

Burberry I ain’t havin’ no baby though
She wanna f**k but I know she a crazy h*e
Give her dick, know I’m probably gon’ drive Miss Daisy
I’m born in 2000, I’m dope like the 80’s though
P**sy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, b**ch I thought that was common sense
‘Fore I slide in the fish bowl
I cop a runnin’ head first, bet we slide with tints

Hit the opp block, bet we slide with tints
They done slid once, they ain’t been slidin’ since
Good p**sy so I might just slide the Benz
I got good dick, she don’t wanna slide her friends
You a lame, better come on my side to win
I pop my s**t for the free ski, uh
I signed a deal, I made more than a mil’
It ain’t go to my head, no BC

And she give me thot vibes, she freaky
Probably would’ve f**k once but she creepy
She don’t f**k, I’ma palm her like she keke
Give her five to the face, just ’cause she need it
Got my nieces, Red, England and that’s TT
I’ma reaper like I’m reese’s
Know I’d probably feel better if they all be dead
They talking down, we want all their head
Want ’em dead, get ’em ghost like Casper
Yeah sure I was broke before I was rapper
But I was still f**kin’ your b**ch
Had your b**ch in the back of the ‘Bach
Gave her dick, you can ask her
.. when I got ashtma
Started off white, .. now they ..
I feel better when I’m gettin’ cash, yeah
Follow my drip, do that with a passion

Said I need it right now
You cut all of the lights out
You can see me like Diddy
He blowin’ the trap phone
I know he get a pack on
He move s**t like it’s weed

I do s**t with a mask on
Like f**k it, let’s get this task on
No these n**gas can’t see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C’s
Would’ve thought I was crip
But these n**gas wanna be me

Burberry I ain’t havin’ no baby though
She wanna f**k but I know she a crazy h*e
Give her dick, know I’m probably gon’ drive Miss Daisy
I’m born in 2000, I’m dope like the 80’s though
P**sy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, b**ch I thought that was common sense
‘Fore I slide in the fish bowl
I cop a runnin’ head first, bet we slide with tints

Hit the opp block, now they dead, pop they head
Brodie beeen goin’ fed, he see red
I be on stone time, cop a sled
He wanna talk a lot, call him Ted
And I got a couple racks that I could shred
I done did it a hunnid times, I had fifty inside of my Glick
Now a n**ga went up and my clip hold a hunnid rounds
Won’t trade a dime for a penny, hit a hunnid dimes
Say she might eat the bennys, know she out of line
She don’t act right, she gon’ be out of time
I’ma kick her out of my whip, I ain’t even lyin’
And she look at me, like Damn, boy you fine
Get off the act and she on demon time
I let her nut first and she be fine
We go again, she come a second time
When I slide, I got two keys
Red or the red, ion do black
True that a n**ga got rich but you get out of line
I’ll beat a n**ga blue black
And he hatin’ ass n**ga, I knew that, ayy
But hatin’ don’t get no money
Hang ’round nine broke n**gas
You’ll be the tenth one true s**t
No I ain’t no dummy

Said I need it right now
You cut all of the lights out
You сan see me like Diddy
He blowin’ the trap phone
I know he get a pack on
He move s**t like it’s weed

I do s**t with a mask on
Like f**k it, let’s get this task on
No these n**gas can’t see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C’s
Would’ve thought I was crip
But these n**gas wanna be me

Burberry I ain’t havin’ no baby though
She wanna f**k but I know she a crazy h*e
Give her dick, know I’m probably gon’ drive Miss Daisy
I’m born in 2000, I’m dope like the 80’s though
P**sy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, b**ch I thought that was common sense
‘Fore I slide in the fish bowl
I cop a runnin’ head first, bet we slide with tints…

➤ Written by Twysted Genius, Ant Chamberlain & Toosii
Album: Poetic Pain
Produced by Ant Chamberlain & Twysted Genius
Toosii | 2020

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