Get Right

NeilaWorld

Alright, mhm

Tell me what it is

Tell me what you like

Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice

Emotionally controlling, she know who is I

Fuckin' her good so long through the night

Smackin' her ass like, "Bitch, get right"

Strapped up bad, won't take my life

Shawty want Chanel, we come packin' that bitch

Dirty-ass law, I ain't read my rights

Probably what's wrong with this

Nighttime fall, I send a blitz

Bullets rain on 'em

Real gravedigger, pallbearer, that's it

They got my name branded

Ayy, start that back, yeah

Ayy, reach me that, reach me that fork from over there

Ayy, lock that door (Gangsta Grillz)

Ayy, just tell Three I said, "Come to the back" (That's normal, though, that's normal)

But the situation was a knot

Whole time I was feelin' her

I ain't have no intentions on thuggin' the bitch

I was ready to flex, do my shit with her

Hold on, but she was fuckin' caught up

She know that's YoungBoy, boy

And that's that Lil Top brother

You ready? Now start the story, cut the heart

Tell me what it is

Tell me what you like

Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice

Emotionally controlling, she know who is I

Fuckin' her good so long through the night

Smackin' her ass like, "Bitch, get right"

Yeah, yeah

Fuckin' her long through the night

Yeah, yeah

Like, "Bitch get right"

Get right

Gangsta Grillz