GET RIGHT Lyrics

This the life we living nigga

Really make whatever the fuck I want too man

Aye aye yea (yuhhhh)

Aye yuh, Aye yuh go

Know that I'm schemin with no dawgs no reason

Yeah no reason, nigga no reason

Bad bitch she conceited, like turn me on

Like come on

Yeah I'm cutthroat and I want smoke

I'm the one on, got my gun on (uh)

This shit like a Friday night I'm finna go find my freak (go find my what!)

She found out I pay the bill and now she want fuck on me

I'm finna go jump on a beat uh

I hopped in the field with no cleats uh

I did by myself I'm elite, bone appetite told that bitch imma eat

Uhhh I'm feeling that bad delay, wake up I'm chasing a bag today

We inside a masquerade, she wanna do it the nasty way

Tell her come here

Let me get by

If she done here, we'll get high

Let me get right

Let me get right

Let me get right

Let me get right

And everyday we locking (better get right

I hope they never send a shot nigga I cut a nigga at his fin

Cause Ian ever let me win

They callin me the devil's friend

If I said it one time ion say it again

The opps get played and we up in the party you better not play it again! (Whoo)

30s and 40s, all the extension's

Nigga we bringing them in (we bringing em in)

Yeah I just might send that bitch right now and tell them niggas that we did

Bitch wan' try me, coppin that shit with no I.D

Got demons round me, finna leave they ass drowning

And I got it nigga Ian finna play

And I shoot it everyday like NBA

Doing high speed never hit the breaks

When it's my weed let it ventilate, nigga ain't in my league

Ian ever break a sweat

Need a 2 seater not a vet

Put a nigga foot upon they neck

Niggas playing checkers when its chess

Life been real good without the stress

But I can't complain I been blessed, trapper nigga in my old days

Came home with Caine on my sweats

Know that I'm schemin with no dawgs no reason

Yeah no reason, nigga no reason

Bad bitch she conceited, like turn me on

Like come on

Yeah I'm cutthroat and I want smoke

I'm the one on, got my gun on (uh)

This shit like a Friday night I'm finna go find my freak (go find my what!)

She found out I pay the bill and now she want fuck on me

I'm finna go jump on a beat uh

I hopped in the field with no cleats uh

I did by myself I'm elite, bone appetite told that bitch imma eat

Uhhh I'm feeling that bad delay, wake up I'm chasing a bag today

We inside a masquerade, she wanna do it the nasty way

Tell her come here

Let me get by

If she done here, we'll get high

Let me get right

Let me get right

Let me get right

Let me get right (yea)