Get Home (Get Right) [feat. Kid Ink & Migos]

Mustard on the beat

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

I'ma put that ass in the loop

Make a vine with you baby

(I am)

Plotting on that pussy, I just gotta tell the truth, babe

(Can't lie)

So I hopped up in my coupe doing ninety on the interstate

I know it's hella late, but I know you gonna wait

Put on that thing that I like

When you take it off I just might

Go down and eat it all night

I'ma do your body right, aight

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Assume the position baby

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Go on and spread 'em baby

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

You know I'ma hit it right

Say she got a leak, so I hit her with the pipe

Sub tweeting 'cause I hit her with a like

She my dub c dub every Wednesday night

I know you sitting by your iPhone

With nothing but my ice on

She let me eat it with my grill in

And tell me never turn the lights off

Through the light gone

But you know how to ride slow when you with

Mr. K I D I N K

No, I done spent all night trying to fight through the hoes

'Cause

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Assume the position baby

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Go on and spread 'em baby

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

When I walk up in the house have nothing on when I get home

Hit it with the left, hit it with the right

You can call me Quavo Larry Holmes

My bitch she's not basic at all

I walk in the mall, buy a bed for her doll

She shit on you hoes walking bathroom stalls

She get super nasty on alcohol

Pull up in the coupe with the roof missing

Got a bad bitch riding with the nipple pierced

Blood on the floor dripping my Christians

That's Louboutin if you don't get it

Got five mamacitas and my eyes low

And I got them all on cinco de mayo

I spotted her front row at my show

Make her the trap queen

I brought her to the band-o

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Assume the position baby

Soon as I get home

I'll be fucking you

Go on and spread 'em baby

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right

Get right, get right

I'ma hit it right

I'ma hit it right yeah

I'ma hit it right