Get Right lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Get right

[Verse 1]
Had to zip me a lil n*gga, show him I'm official
They said I'm pus*y, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my dental
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I couldn't get no ass (ass)
Johnny Blaze, got her mad, I ain't text her back (back)

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (b*tch)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (let's go)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show
What I tell a n*gga when he say that he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone’s out the store

[Verse 2]
Brick talkin' on a jailhouse yard with some old n*ggas
Floatin' in a four fifty Benz with a cold pistol
Convicted felon posted in the North with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a n*gga
They see I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullsh*t to that lil n*gga that they talk about
Benz coupe switch to a Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought we make them b*tches change their thoughts, yeah
With my lil muslim and we pullin' up at any store
b*tch, you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their b*tches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that b*tch goes blatt, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, while I'm pullin' Remy out, her head
My b*tch right here, can't speak on that, I know I do that bad
[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (cash)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (f*ckin' sad)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show (bet)
What I tell a n*gga when he say that he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone’s out the store

[Outro]
With my lil muslim and we pullin' up at any store
b*tch, you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their b*tches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that b*tch goes blatt, I'ma let it blow