(Intro)
Now ni**a
Ni**a now
Ni**a now
Ni**a now, now, now
Now, now
This s**t sound like now
(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
Hey f**k boy won’t you talk that s**t now?
Gucci, I’m so turned up it make you look turnt down
Now I turn your smile to a frown
I’m the king there with a crown
Keep your eyes to the ground
Now you must be from out of town
Cause everybody round here know that Wop don’t f**k around
You was rich back then but I’m rich right now
You was the s**t back then, I’m the s**t right now
Took your bi**h back then, with your bi**h right now
Get every R&B chick on my d**k right now
Now this s**t sound like now
While y’all all played out but I’m hot right now
Gucci
(Chorus – Quavo)
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
Run the pack out right now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
We can bring the racks out now
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Pull up with rings on
I’m putting my team on
I wanna f**k her but she can’t take no racks home
Migos and Gucci we back home
My pockets stay green like geckoes
What if your wrist get tired Quavo?
Then I’ma whip with my elbow
Only one that f**k with me now
Why the f**k you come around?
I screwed the little tip on the silencer so a ni**a can shoot with no sound
I take your bi**h to the island so she can know that you won’t come around
I fell asleep in her pu**y while you keep texting and calling her now
I’ma put dab in this style and you lil ni**as should know that by now
I’m tryna sell you the swag, you lil ni**as should order it now
Smoking a pound of gas now
Keep it going, a sack now
It’s all a ni**a had now
So let a ni**a brag now
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Offset)
I bust a ni**a back then, I’ll bust a ni**a now
At first we were trapping the ounce
Now we got bricks in the couch
50k in the pouch, J’s in the lot in and out
My diamond hit my ni**a, ouch
I put this pistol in your mouth
Serving, swerving
Lamborghini hit the curb and
Ni**as freeze up when they nervous
And I’m serving clean, detergent
I got babies and I nurse em
Dirty little bi**hes they worsh em
I’m on a mission to murk em
Eat em alive and I burp em
Ain’t no Thanksgiving ni** but we still in the trap with the turkeys
You used to be at the top, I watch, and now I look down at you hurting
Back in the day I was broke but now I got money, I’m flexing on purpose
In the Maybach with the curtain with my feet up while I’m sipping the sherbet
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 4 – Takeoff)
We can bring the racks out now
Top drop down, make a ni**a look around
All my ni**as having the packs and the racks
Can’t forget the strap, ni**a get gunned down
Bah-bah, gun sound, run now
Bulletproof vest on, still man down
If a ni**a broke, don’t come round
Drinking Actavis out the double seal right now
Come get that dope if you want it
Diamonds cold on me, pnemounia
Walking with 50 racks on me
I wish you would run up on me
Play with money like you’re play-dough
Put some on your head like a halo
They talking but it’s okay though
No OVO and we Drake em
(Repeat Chorus)
