Late To Da Party (F*CK BET) (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah (Daytrip, take it to ten, yeah!)

Lick it on up, mmm-mmm
Slurp it, mmm-ah
Make it sloppy, okay-okay, okay-okay
Look at how I top shit, bitch
I just put like three up in the Top 10
And I don't need nobody, I just need these CC's 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 side, yeah
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it

Hundreds inside this bitch, a hundred sticks
A hundred bitches with 100 thousand on my wrist, yeah
Baddie in my bed, and she plan on driving me
Demons in my head, I can't stop 'em all from rotting me
She want me to buy her some CC's
She wanna eat, and I hope she don't bite, nah
She on her knees and she's worshiping right now
With her friend, I'm flirting, now she want 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 riding lil' shorty like new Kawasaki's

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 up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it

Hmm, get it, window double tinted
Face sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it
I'm at Met Gala in Versace, and it's fitted
Farted on these niggas, oops, I think I shitted

He want X', I'm liking 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 hip, and blue hundreds inside of my pocket
Mercedes-Benz in 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
Know I'm ready as soon as she come, uh
I lick it as soon as I'm done (yeah)
Don't want be late for the party, oh, ah-ah-ah
You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down

Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it

Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah