Get home (get right) (feat. kid ink / quavo)

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
Plotting on that pussy I just gotta tell the truth babe
So I hopped up in my coupe doing 90 on the interstate
I know it's hella late but I know you gon' 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, ight

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

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-cee-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
Skirt through the light, gone
But you know how to ride slow when you with Mr. K-I-D-I-N-K
Know I done spent all night try'na fight through the hoes cause

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 5 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 bando