Migos - Get Right Witcha

Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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 game 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

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