Nameless

I’ma put that ass in the loop, think I’m out with you baby
Plotting on that pussy I just gotta tell the truth babe
So I hopped up in my coupe doing 80 on the interstate
I know it’s hella late but I know you gon' wait
Put on that thing that I like (I like)
When you take it off I just might (I might)
Go down and eat it all night
I’ma do your body right, ight
(-JR Castro):
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
(Bridge-):
Get right, get right, I’ma hit it right (uh)
I’ma hit it right (whoop), yeah (whoop), I’ma hit it right (uh)
Get right, get right (whoop), I’ma hit it right (uh, it’s Kid Ink)
I’ma hit it right, yeah, I’ma hit it right (uhh)
(Kid Ink):
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 cee dub every Wednesday night (uhh)
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. Kidink
Know I done spent all night try’na fight through the hoes cause…
(-JR Castro):
Soon as I get home (uh, soon as I get home), I’ll be fucking you (yeah,
all night)
Assume the position baby
Soon as I get home (soon as I get home), I’ll be fucking you (all night)
Go on and spread 'em baby, uuh
(Bridge-):
Get right, get right (uh), I’ma hit it right
I’ma hit it right (whoop), yeah (whoop), 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
(Quavo):
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
My bitch she’s not basic at all
Iwalk 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 Louis Vuitton 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
(-JR Castro):
Soon as I get home (get home), I’ll be fucking you (fucking you baby)
Assume the position baby (assume the position baby)
Soon as I get home (soon as I get home), I’ll be fucking you
Go on and spread 'em baby (go on and spread 'em babe)
(Bridge-):
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