Mustard on the beat
Get right, get right
I'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
Get right, get right
I'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
I'ma put that ass in the loop
Make a vine with you baby
(I am)
Plotting on that pussy, I just gotta tell the truth, babe
(Can't lie)
So I hopped up in my coupe doing ninety on the interstate
I know it's hella late, but I know you gonna wait
Put on that thing that I like
When you take it off I just might
Go down and eat it all night
I'ma do your body right, aight
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'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
Get right, get right
I'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
You know I'ma 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 c 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
Through the light gone
But you know how to ride slow when you with
Mr. K I D I N K
No, I done spent all night trying to 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'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
Get right, get right
I'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma 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 five 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 band-o
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'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right
Get right, get right
I'ma hit it right
I'ma hit it right yeah
I'ma hit it right

Writer(s): JR Castro, Jimmy Giannos, Jason Boyd, Dean Simmons, Dominic Jordan, Mustard, Brian Todd Collins, Quavo, Sean Combs, Kervin Cotton, Faith Evans & Carl Thompson.