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conversations.value: Write me a song called Right Now with the following description: Future and producer Metro Boomin connect with Uncle Murda for an moody club banger, which is most popular for a single line: “Young Metro don’t trust you I'ma shoot you.”
  “Right Now” is where Future spits the lyric for the very first time, but it has since been sampled on Drake and Future’s “Jumpman” and Kanye West’s “Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1.”
  The line has also become a popular meme.
  Musically, the song is set in the club, where Future is posted with his boys (100 shooters to be exact) and spending lots of money (100 bottles), while Murda raps about uniting Bloods and Crips, and shooting at police.
  Unlike most of his songs, Uncle Murda incorporates the use of auto-tune to create a warbly flow not unlike Future’s signature delivery.
  The music video, shot by Eif Rivera, was released via World Star Hip-Hop on October 28, 2015.  It includes cameos from Fabolous, DJ Clue and more. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Niggas in the club right now
  Blowin' on kush, gettin' money right now
  Niggas wanna play right now
  Got jewels, got cars, got shooters right now
  (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
  [Chorus: Future]
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  Coppin' the whips on these niggas
  Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
  Ain't got no love for these niggas
  No love, no love, no love for these niggas
  I just blow the cash on my young ho
  I just blow some cash on my young ho
  Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas
  Fuckin' up a bag with my young niggas
  [Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
  Niggas in the club right now
  Bitches gettin' high on drugs right now
  Got shooters on deck, I call Crips, call Bloods right now
  Real niggas back, I'm puttin' on for my hittas
  We blowin' money, we throwin' money at strippers
  Niggas in the trap right now
  Whippin' it 'til it come back right now
  I'm strapped right now
  Even police get clapped right now
  Break a whole brick down
  Look at all of these baggies
  I got your bitch on 5th ave, I'm Daddy [Chorus: Future]
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  Coppin' the whips on these niggas
  Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
  Ain't got no love for these niggas
  No love, no love, no love for these niggas
  I just blow the cash on my young ho
  I just blow some cash on my young ho
  Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas
  Fuckin' up a bag with my young niggas
  [Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
  Oh, I just got some pounds from the plug
  If you ain't gettin' money, you a dub
  I'm lit right now
  Bitch, recognize who you with right now
  I'm the shit right
  Look at the flick of the wrist right now
  This audemar cost the price of a New York brick right now
  Scheme on it, I drop a bag and get you hit right now
  My bread right now
  Can't tell me I can't beat the Feds right now
  If Future don't trust ya
  Bang bang, hit you in the head right now [Refrain: Future & 
  Uncle Murda
  ]
  If Murda don't trust you, he gon' shoot you
  Lil' Mexico don't trust you, we gon shoot you
  Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you
  If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon shoot you
  Brat, brat, brat, brat, Free Rowdy, bitch!
  Brat, brat, brat, brat, Free Bobby, bitch!
  Run up on a nigga like bang bang
  Get you popped right now
  Make a nigga go meet 'Pac right now
  [Chorus: Future]
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles
  Coppin' the roof off these niggas
  Dont fuck, dont fuck, dont fuck with these niggas
  Ain't got no love for these niggas
  No love, no love, no love for these niggas
  I just blow the cash on my young ho
  I just blow some cash on my young ho
  Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas
  Fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas
  [Refrain: Future]
  If Murda don't trust you, we gon' shoot you
  Lil' Mexico don't trust you, we gon shoot you
  Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you
  If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon shoot you
  Headshots, trap money
  The streets watchin', but they ain't trippin'
  If money come this fast, I swear to God I never spend it [Outro]
  Metro Boomin want some more, nigga