Lyrics of
Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck '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 drugs, 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 bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck '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 fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin' light (Wraith)
I like a bitch 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?)
Niggas 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)
Count a hundred thousand start snowin' with it (hundred)
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch 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 bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck '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)
Fuckin' on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin' (itch)
Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin'
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin' (brrt)
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 (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 bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo)
I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck '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