Get Home (Freestyle)

[Intro : Kid Ink]

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

[Verse 1: King Los]

I made her strip like she had a stage

Told her clap it on my face like aftershave

Get you much pussy when you made some millions

Brought her a USB drive and told her save her feelings

I mac, Plus your man ain't kill it yeah

Bitch, I cannon ball in that pussy

And get the ceiling wet

Ass so big, it need a kickstand

Pussy too good to pull out

I call that shit quicksand

Baby he a sixth man, you need you a starter

Shawty I can his and her Audemar ya tomorrow

Order new cars and call it U-Haul

And have her move forty two closets

Worth for shoes and a new apartment

I'm ballin'

He made you his boo thang

I keep you in that new thang

I just bought a sex swing

For if you have it mood swing

Whinin' like a routine'

Girl you know the routine

Think I'm tryna clone you

Way I buy you new jeans

[Verse 2 : Tyga]

She gon' drop it

Make that thing Gnarly

You with new school Bobby in a new Ferrari

I brought that dope school out rims like a tari

Faded for tonight, tomorrow don't call me

In a sense, she gon' do it leave no evidence

Fingerprints on the window tint

Tryna see who went

Papi popular

Take take you 'round my city yeah

Ride 'round my jewels

Let you wear when we in the bed yeah yeah

I got that good in the mornin'

Dippin' while you yawnin'

She can't control it

She my little soldier

Gangsta like Jody

T-Raww I'm focused

You know that she openness

Yeah what you gon' do with it?

I'm layin'

Don't play with it bitch