Текст Chipmunk – Right Now

Just made a banger with SEVAQK
(Aha, aha, aha)

Chip:
Man are trynna get that pound

Two eyes on an MC, no fear
Third eye open I still see clear
Drop the flow, drop the code still here
Drop your tape, drop your tracks who cares
Last year everybody had a good year
This year, next year, man’s still here
Man can’t play me at musical chairs
Try to test me, I clap who dares
Four fours, that’s sixteen do it properly
Four cars, sixteen dawgs, all got me
Convoy with the gang, God still got me
Bare.44 talk, no one shot me
Man’s not hot still man wanna hot me
I get on MC’s back, you’re on me
Man wanna send, man don’t wanna clash

Get, get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now
Trynna get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now
(Serious)

Jme:
Yeah, man still don’t care tho
You can’t hear, man will drill those air holes
Man’s not scared, don’t feel no fear no
Been away, but I’m gonna kill this year bro
Kill is clear, man spit facts innit, facts
Man had to adlib it
Lights out in a dance
It’s either me or Batman’s batarang back did it
Man’s back with it
Spin a man like boss bearings
Spin a man like that fidget
Man chat wicked up on mic
But face to face, nah, it’s not that, is it
Got stacks in a safe, got stacks in a bank
Yeah, stack illegal and stack legit
You have to sandwich it
Got bread on both sides
Tell no lie, us man did it

Chip:
Get, get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now
Trynna get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now (Brrrt)

Frisco:
Here’s what they talkin’ about
What’s good couzzie, it’s north in the house (Oh yeah)
Diss man and there’s no talking it out
Fam, how you’re gonna talk with a hawk in your mouth (Sky)
It’s Chip, famalam that’s risky (Wah)
You’re either lean, drunk or tipsy
If you got love for me, say it now
Don’t wait till I’m on my deathbed it’s a mipsy
How many of these MC’s gotten out get buried (How many?)
Many, many, oh so many, the flow so heavy
I slow-mo any
I’m down for the fuckery, I’m all so ready (Oh yeah)
Them man carry too much feelings
I came up on some rude boy teachings (Yes)
Try shut man down, man come back around
Always find a way to sneak in, come on

Chip:
Get, get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now
Trynna get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in the booth on a track right now
Me and my niggas on gas right now (Brrrt)