Lil Nas X, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Late To Da Party (FUCK BET) lyrics

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
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
(Okay) they don't want it like that
Thеy 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 'em

Hundreds (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
(What?) 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 now 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
(Okay) 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 'em

Hmm, get it, uh
(Get it) , window double tinted (yeah, yeah)
Face is sitting pretty, you
Bitches wouldn't get it, uh
(yeah)
I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted
Uh farted on these niggas
(Pfft) , oops, I think I shitted

He want X', I'm likin' his sister
Want her to perform, so I gotta book her
(Let's go, let's go)
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 hip and blue hundreds
Inside of my pocket
Mercedes-Benz with the Brabus kit body
I shipped 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, uh)
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
Yeah, you know we got 'em yeah, fuck BET
(yeah) , fuck BET (yeah) , fuck BET (yeah
Yeah) yeah, fuck BET
(They know that) , yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy, yeah