Murda - Get Right Witcha lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah [Hook: Quavo] Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad b**hes, f** 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, f** the system (f** 'em) [Verse 1: Quavo] 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 d**, 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) [Hook: Quavo] Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad b**hes, f** 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, f** the system (f** '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 [Verse 2: Offset] In the kitchen with a lot of white (white) I done f**ed a lot of n***as' wife (smash) Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's) Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin' light (Wraith) I like a b**h 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?) n***as 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) b**h 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) [Hook: Quavo] Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad b**hes, f** 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, f** the system (f** '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 [Verse 3: Takeoff] 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) f**in' on vixens (smash) Whole game itchin' (itch) f**in' with the wrong one, trippin' Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt) Hundred round drum, listen f** around and end up missin' (brrt) Get 'em knocked off for a ticket Have my young n***a 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 [Hook: Quavo] Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad b**hes, f** 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, f** the system (f** '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