Get Home Lyrics - Singles - Jr Castro

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma 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'mma 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 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

You know I'mma 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 tryna fight through the hoes 'cause 

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 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

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 

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 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right 

Get right, get right, I'mma hit it right 

I'mma hit it right yeah, I'mma hit it right