Get Right Witcha

Intro: Quavo Yeah Hook: Quavo Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) verse 1: Quavo Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain't touchin' (nah, skrt) Lookin' at your hoe because she bustin' (ye, woo) Ridin' in the coupe with the wings (brrt) Goin' to Chi-land with them chinks (chinks) Percocet party, servin' fiends (perky!) Swear to God my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt) Taliban, my drugs, wrap 'em, please (Taliban) Servin' all day, my gas on E (let's go) Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty) Shadows keep wavin' by my window (woo, shadows) Thankin' God, he saved my life from kick doors (God!) Still sippin' oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone) Hook: Quavo Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha verse 2: Offset In the kitchen with a lot of white (white) I done fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash) Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's) Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin' light (Wraith) I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh) Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh) Used to ask what the lick was like (where?) Now I'm askin' what the Lear look like (huh?) Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh) Smokin' cookie, yeah, that's dynamite (cookie, woo) Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini) All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white) Takin' chances, had to roll the dice (aye) Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt) Born with it Count a hundred thousand start snowin' with it (hundred) Go and get it Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah) Bitch I'm O-Dog from Menace (urr) You trappin' hard for pennies (go) Hop in the frog, it's tinted (skrrt) Askin' the Lord, forgive me (hey) Hook: Quavo Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha verse 3: Takeoff Pop me a missile (ayy) Take me a picture (flash) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Lit like Christmas (like Christmas) White like tissue (white) Drank too official (drank) Cut like scissors (cut) Boy got wisdom (wisdom) Fuckin' on vixens (smash) Whole gang itchin' (itch) Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin' Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt) Hundred round drum, listen Fuck around and end up missin' (brrt) Get 'em knocked off for a ticket Have my young nigga do the sentence Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope) Rockstar livin' life, Lenny You can do better, never settle Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt) I tell the plug mail 'em Which way? Dat way, tell 'em, ayy Hook: Quavo Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha