See You Later

[Chorus]

I can't trust a soul, I ride with toolie

I swear that it's glued to me

'Case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me

I'ma get to fucking shooting

I got a Glock, that bitch hot, time to trade it

Niggas really mad 'cause I done made it

And I get paper

They can't get nathin'

Cross me, bitch, see you later

[Verse]

That nigga cross me, he gon' need God

Run up on 4-6 and heat their block

But they ain't out there

We don't ever see them

Bitch, my .45 wanna meet them

But I'm rich, let me T down

'Cause I'm T'd up

Off reefer

I still feel this flat

But I just popped two Xanax

This that Xanax music

This that flat music

This that go-and-get-your-gat music

This that get-it-cracking music

This for my white boys, that be going hard

Fucking thots like porn stars

Smoking on that dope

We don't smoke that fucking bubble gum or Girl Scout Cookies

Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top

Top me then I'll leave your car

Go back, where the fuck you came from

You know what my name was, my name is Almighty

And I'm hardbody

I ain't scared of nobody

My gun don't fear nobody

Let it blow, my gun don't hear nobody

Or see nobody

But it will air somebody

Shoot your ear off, buddy

Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy

I don't snort coke, I don't do molly

I don't sniff dope, I don't do nothing

But smoke trees

I just get high

Get high 'til I damn die

Niggas hating on me, I don't know why

But you know I got my .45

Tadoe got the 4-O

Get him off a flat, Remy and Patrón though

And he at your door

Causing commotion

Knocking shit over and down

Blowing down your trees, ayy

Blowing down your kitchen, blowing down your knees

And he blowing down your feet and your top

I bet the death hear him knock

Where your pounds and your bucks? And your bricks?

Where your bitch?

So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit

Why? 'Cause I got that good dick

She suckin' on this dick

Guess what, she lovin' on this dick