C YA L8R (feat. Rolling Perfect)
Smoking heavy in my homies trailer
Trying to make it big trying to do it major
Won't waste my time on you fuckin' haters
So bye bitch
So bye bitch
See you later
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Hold up I got too much gas in my system
Use it as my weapon
End a reign like a sentence
Yeah
Don't mean to be such menace
But don't get sour like a lemon
If I ghost you Danny phantom
I'm too busy spitting venom
I'm monster full moon
Stay tune
Like watching Hulu
I'm performing voodoo
And make you look cuckoo
When I spit this fire, mushu
Saduko
My numbers right and in line
I'm too nice
I'm kite with the keys
And energy
When i get high
I know you don't want me to fly away
But you can't hold me back, what can I say
I know you don't want me to fly away
Gave up on gravity now it's just
Up, up
Up, up
Up
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
I make mistakes you bet I fuck up
Sometimes I feel like my life's a big void
I'm getting sucked up
Life's a big ruckus
From time to time I lose
Don't matter what I choose
I gots to keep my cool
Maintain my own sane, I'm good
3,2,1
Gotta blast
Coming up fast
Hashtag where the cash at
Bag that
Likes it's Iraq
Fuck that
Betta get back
I protect
I attack
Nigga that's some big facts
Come in clutch like I'm Big Shaq
Haters hate, so they get passed
Boy you betta sit back
You gone get smacked
Making all the money but the money getting big taxes
I'm a Ninja
With syringes
And I might just
Leave them injured
Hold it down like door hinges
Me myself and I like the Grinch is
Slice 'em and dice 'em a couple of inches
Put 'em in a pot
And I cook them in the kitchen
Swerving and curving and lurking these ops
This Young B and I'll make it to the top
Smoking heavy in my homies trailer
Trying to make it big trying to do it major
Won't waste my time on you fuckin haters
So bye bitch
So bye bitch
See you later
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Trying to make it big trying to do it major
Won't waste my time on you fuckin' haters
So bye bitch
So bye bitch
See you later
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Hold up I got too much gas in my system
Use it as my weapon
End a reign like a sentence
Yeah
Don't mean to be such menace
But don't get sour like a lemon
If I ghost you Danny phantom
I'm too busy spitting venom
I'm monster full moon
Stay tune
Like watching Hulu
I'm performing voodoo
And make you look cuckoo
When I spit this fire, mushu
Saduko
My numbers right and in line
I'm too nice
I'm kite with the keys
And energy
When i get high
I know you don't want me to fly away
But you can't hold me back, what can I say
I know you don't want me to fly away
Gave up on gravity now it's just
Up, up
Up, up
Up
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
I make mistakes you bet I fuck up
Sometimes I feel like my life's a big void
I'm getting sucked up
Life's a big ruckus
From time to time I lose
Don't matter what I choose
I gots to keep my cool
Maintain my own sane, I'm good
3,2,1
Gotta blast
Coming up fast
Hashtag where the cash at
Bag that
Likes it's Iraq
Fuck that
Betta get back
I protect
I attack
Nigga that's some big facts
Come in clutch like I'm Big Shaq
Haters hate, so they get passed
Boy you betta sit back
You gone get smacked
Making all the money but the money getting big taxes
I'm a Ninja
With syringes
And I might just
Leave them injured
Hold it down like door hinges
Me myself and I like the Grinch is
Slice 'em and dice 'em a couple of inches
Put 'em in a pot
And I cook them in the kitchen
Swerving and curving and lurking these ops
This Young B and I'll make it to the top
Smoking heavy in my homies trailer
Trying to make it big trying to do it major
Won't waste my time on you fuckin haters
So bye bitch
So bye bitch
See you later
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Only got one thought
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Imma reach the top
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
With everything I got
Bye bitch
Bye bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Chavez
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