See You Later

[Intro: Young Thug]

Radio them ad-libs

(Nard & B)

MPA Duke, what up, brody?

(Trenchwerk)

YSL Lifestyle, you know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm talkin 'bout bro?

Yeah, yeah, hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Got introduced to this paper (And what?)

Told bro, "See you later" (Bye-bye)

Now I'm speeding through in something foreign (Skrrrt)

Treating the street like Tyler Davis

Got Ac' all on my Sprite (Lean, lean)

Three-five stuffed in a Garcia Vegas (Lean, lean, lean)

Don't think of jacking, end up a ghost (Bow, bow)

And that's a tip 'fore you try to be taker (Bow, bow, bow)

I got pies, I make 'em (Yee, woo)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Cricket, cricket)

I got green by the acre (Woo, hey)

Come serve you like a waiter

I got pies, I make 'em (Yeah, yeah)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Yeah, baker)

I got green by the acre (Green, yeah)

Come serve you like a waiter (Yeah, woo)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Chillin' at the house with your spouse, rollin' purple (Purp')

Gon' give the pussy to a gangsta, worked her nerve up (Nerve)

Took me 'bout a month, goddamn, I damn near gave up (Woo, gave up)

Your boys wanna ball like the squad, nigga, save up

I was fourteen, mane, trappin' off a pager (Woo)

No, I'm not from Memphis, mane, but Pimpin' kickin' flavor (Mane)

Knife off the K and I'll cut you every which-a way

Gucci Mane a business man, I'm tryna sell ten bricks today (Yeah)

Ball like we the NBA (Yeah)

Fuck what any nigga say (Fuck 'em)

My plug just came from Tampa Bay (Yeah)

The money in my hamper, bae

Up and down the interstate with icks all in my camper place

Heroine in her baby pamper, she tryna get rich today

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Duke]

Got introduced to this paper (And what?)

Told bro, "See you later" (Bye-bye)

Now I'm speeding through in something foreign (Skrrrt)

Treating the street like Tyler Davis

Got Ac' all on my Sprite (Lean, lean)

Three-five stuffed in a Garcia Vegas (Lean, lean, lean)

Don't think of jacking, end up a ghost (Bow, bow)

And that's a tip 'fore you try to be taker (Bow, bow, bow)

I got pies, I make 'em (Yee, woo)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Cricket, cricket)

I got green by the acre (Woo, hey)

Come serve you like a waiter

I got pies, I make 'em (Yeah, yeah)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Yeah, baker)

I got green by the acre (Let's go)

Come serve you like a waiter

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

And I got that work (Work)

Serve it to whoever want it (Who want it?)

Buy up all the spots, why rent 'em, nigga? You can earn it (We own

'em)

I can handle what's in front of me, show me my opponent (Where he at?)

Sleepin' with that chopper, nigga, I can never be lonely (Grraow)

Play with Thugger, man, I'm shootin', but I'm neighborhood locin' (I swear to God)

Now I'm speakin' for the hood like a neighborhood spokesman (I am)

Surrounded by them riches, them broke days is gone (Guwop)

Now I'm on them private flights and I ain't never home (I ain't never home)

Told these hoes, "Leave me 'lone," I'm so in my zone (I'm in my zone)

I keep that thirty-two right on chrome while I'm ridin' home (While I'm ridin' home)

It ain't ever came to me, I always went and got it (I did)

Young nigga and I'm all about a fuckin' profit

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Got introduced to this paper (And what?)

Told bro, "See you later" (Bye-bye)

Now I'm speeding through in something foreign (Skrrrt)

Treating the street like Tyler Davis

Got Ac' all on my Sprite (Lean, lean)

Three-five stuffed in a Garcia Vegas (Lean, lean, lean)

Don't think of jacking, end up a ghost (Bow, bow)

And that's a tip 'fore you try to be taker (Bow, bow, bow)

I got pies, I make 'em (Yee, woo)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Cricket, cricket)

I got green by the acre (Woo, hey)

Come serve you like a waiter

I got pies, I make 'em (Yeah, yeah; Ayy, bro)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Yeah, baker; Talk to these hoes, brody)

I got green by the acre (Green, yeah; And let me know about that YSL)

Come serve you like a waiter (Yeah, woo)

[Verse 3: ABG Khrome & Young Thug]

I got them bands in my trunk (Bands)

That F&N on my lap (That ratchet)

Bunch of racks in my pocket (Racks)

I just made a few caps (Them rinnacks)

I been grinding all week (Grind, grind)

No sleep, ain't even had enough (Woo)

I never gave to that paper (Fuck)

Got his location on map (Drop 'em)

That's why I don't beef, lil' nigga (No)

Too much money in my way (Woo)

I got all this damn bank (Bands)

Now I be feeling just like Chase (Chase)

But I was in grind mode (Grind)

When they locked up my lil' brother Snake (Hey)

But now it's double grind mode (Grind)

Gotta make sure bro straight for that A, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Got introduced to this paper (And what?)

Told bro, "See you later" (Bye-bye)

Now I'm speeding through in something foreign (Skrrrt)

Treating the street like Tyler Davis

Got Ac' all on my Sprite (Lean, lean)

Three-five stuffed in a Garcia Vegas (Lean, lean, lean)

Don't think of jacking, end up a ghost (Bow, bow)

And that's a tip 'fore you try to be taker (Bow, bow, bow)

I got pies, I make 'em (Yee, woo)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Cricket, cricket)

I got green by the acre (Woo, hey)

Come serve you like a waiter

I got pies, I make 'em (Yeah, yeah)

Like I'm Anita, I'm a baker (Yeah, baker)

I got green by the acre (Green, yeah)

Come serve you like a waiter (Yeah, woo)