get right witcha

Singer:migos

hold up

get right witcha

bad bitches

fuck 'em then dismiss em

i ain't really here to take no pictures

middle finger up fuck the system

yeah

coupe is robotic

i ain't touchin'

lookin' at your hoe because she bustin'

ridin' in the coupe with the wings

going to thailand with them chinks

percocet party

servin' fiends

swear to god my plug was vietnamese

taliban

my drugs

wrap 'em please

servin' all day

my gas on e

thirty hollow tips in extendo

shadows keep wavin' by my window

thankin' god he saved my life from kick doors

still sippin' oil

migos citgo

hold up

get right witcha

bad bitches

fuck 'em then dismiss em

i ain't really here to take no pictures

middle finger up fuck the system

get right witcha

get right witcha

hold up

get right witcha

get right witcha

in the kitchen with a lot of white

i done fucked a lot of niggas' wife

make a milli

then i make it twice

bought that wraith and had the ceiling light

i like a bitch with some cellulite

tape a brick to her

take a flight

used to ask what the lick was like

now i'm askin' what the lear look like

niggas copy

mike tyson bite

smokin' cookie yeah that's dynamite

lamborghini

white on white

all these diamonds yeah they white on white

takin' chances

had to roll the dice

send my shooters

come and take your life

born with it

count a hundred thousand start snowin' with it

go and get it

thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament

bitch i'm a dog from menace

you trappin' hard for pennies

hop in the frog

it's tinted

askin' the lord

forgive me

hold up

get right witcha

bad bitches

fuck 'em then dismiss em

i ain't really here to take no pictures

middle finger up fuck the system

get right witcha

get right witcha

hold up

get right witcha

get right witcha

pop me a missile

take me a picture

get right witcha

lit like christmas

white like tissue

drank too official

cut like scissors

boy got wisdom

fuckin' on vixens

hoe game itchin'

fuckin' with the wrong one

trippin'

thirty round extension for the tension

hundred round drum

listen

fuck around and end up missin'

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

rockstar livin' life

lennon

you can do better

never settle

keep a beretta

case of the pressure

i tell the plug mail them

which way? dat way

tell 'em

aye

hold up

get right witcha

bad bitches

fuck 'em then dismiss em

i ain't really here to take no pictures

middle finger up fuck the system

get right witcha

get right witcha

hold up

get right witcha

get right witcha