Late To Da Party Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again Letras

Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, fuck BET (They know that), yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Yeah
Lick it all up (Mhm, mm)

Slurp it (Mhm, ah), make it sloppy (Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the top ten

And 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 got to sing about it ('Bout it)

I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about (Uh)



She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah (Ow! Ow!)

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my sidе, yeah (Ayy)

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

And you know we got a—



Hundred (Grr) 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 (Ah)

Demons in my head (Uh), I can't stop 'em all from rottin' me ('Em all from—)

She want me to buy her some CC

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

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

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

These people they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body (They know, they know)

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

I'm ridin' lil' shorty like new Kawasakis



She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah (Ow! Ow!)

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah (Okay)

They don't want it like that, they 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



Hmm, get it (Let's get it)

Window double tinted (Ayy-ayy, yeah)

Face sittin' pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it, uh (Yeah)

I'm at Met Gala in Versace in the city (Uh)

Farted on these niggas (Pfft), oops, I think I shitted



He wan' x 'em like in the system

One hundred per perform, so I gotta book 'em

She say Chanel bad, 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 hip and blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes Benz with the brightest skin body

I shift it, I hit it, take off like a rocket (Vroom)

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 (Yeah)

Don't wan' be late for the party (Mmm, ah, ah)

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

And you know we got a—



Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET

Yeah, fuck BET (They know it), yeah, yeah (They know it), ayy, yeah