Late To Da Party (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, fuck BET, fuck BET, fuck BET

Yeah, fuck BET, yeah

Yeah, ayy, yeah

Lick it all up

Slurp it, make it sloppy

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the top ten

Now I don't need nobody, I just need these CCs on my body

Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon' make a profit

Read about it

I don't even gotta sing about it

I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about, uh

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my sidе, yeah

They don't want it like that, thеy want me to die

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got a—

Hundreds inside this bitch, a hundred sticks

A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah

Baddie in my bed and she plan on drivin' me

Demons in my head, I can't stop 'em all from rottin' me

She want me to buy her some CCs

She wanna eat and I hope that she don't bite, nah

She on her knees, and she's worshipin' right now

With her friend I'm flirtin', now she wan' fight now

These people they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body

I'm up in New York like I'm Gotti

I'm ridin' lil' shorty like new Kawasakis

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got a—

Hmm, get it, uh

Window double tinted

Face is sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it, uh

I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted, uh

Farted on these niggas, oops, I think I shitted

He want X', I'm likin' his sister

Want her to perform, so I gotta book her

She say, Chanel bag, plus, I'm gon' flood her ears with boogers

They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it

On my and hip blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes-Benz with the Brabus kit body

I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket

Long as she don't tell nobody, I'm gon' caress her whole body, uh

Know I'm ready as soon as she cum, uh

I lick it as soon as I'm done

Don't wan' be late for the party

You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause bitch I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got 'em

Yeah, fuck BET, fuck BET, fuck BET

Yeah, fuck BET, yeah

Yeah, ayy, yeah