Get Right

Bitch, you better get right (x4)

Verse:
Nigga talk down, ima call my demons up they at the shop, aye
If he talk down, he gon get hit with the motherfucking chop, aye
I am working hard on the boulevard
Ima take your hoe, play her like a guitar
She wanna cuff, she say I'm a star
I told the bitch I don’t wanna start

She know I am on my grind
I don't have time to hear her cry
Ima motherfucking rat, I am hopping on the cheese
Until my insides bleed, I gotta work for the bread aye
Gotta make sure that you boys ready, I need to calm down for my headache

I wanna have sloppy sex in my bed
All of you little boys low key the feds, aye
That's why I gotta [?]
So I can sleep peacefully in my bed

I gotta bitch, she wearing a leash
Grippin that shit when we walk down the street
Fucking that hoe, she gripping the sheets
She cannot sit, now she all on her knees

Bitch, you better get right or you get left (you will get left)
I can be making money sitting on my desk (I can be) [x4]

Bitch, you better get right (x4)