Late To The Party (feat. Joyner Lucas)

(Ayy, ayy)
(Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner)

Feels like I did so much dirt I don't believe in karma
Did so much dirt I had to sleep with armor
All these niggas fuck around, someone better warn 'em
Like just roll up with that chopper, they ain't see it comin'
And I ain't scared of shit, don't wanna see your honor
Just broke up with my bitch, I don't believe in drama
Plus she for the streets, I don't even want her
'Bout to show your true colors, it ain't even autumn
I got me some money, I needed the coupe, needed the coupe
Bought it, don't loan, just me and my dues
And nigga like me never needed the groove
And nigga like me never needed to shoot, I got the shooters
Bullet straight to your head hit your medulla
This ain't no bullet that you can maneuver
I got them jumpin' right out they Pumas, it wasn't no rumor
I took his chain and called him an Uber
I got the band, got the bazooka
This for them days I was scrapin' for change
And would do anything just to get me some mula
I'm sick and tired of these n****s callin' me a sellout 'cause I took a trip to the jeweler
And I just filled a hunnid on my wrist too
And yeah, I think I'm cocky 'cause I'm rich too
And yeah, I might just go up in your bitch too
Called that ho my hook, yeah, I like scare the screw
I remember times we were kids too
Just some youngins gettin' high, we was lit too
Aint don commit to the grind when them friends do
I got money on my mind and some bricks too

I been drinkin' all my pain till I'm crawlin'
Pour it till it's empty, lil bad bitch with me
She don't wanna got to sleep till the mornin'
Merits on the sink, I been starin' at my face
I don't wanna be late to the party
Someone chill my mind, but I do this every time
I been drinkin' all this pain till I'm crawlin'
I don't wanna go to sleep till the mornin'

I don't wanna go to sleep
Rather do that when I'm dead and gone
Pop open some 42, she rather do the kettle one
Now she givin' me advice 'bout some shit that she ain't never done
Smokin' Js to the face, I can't be gettin' high with everyone
Left and crashed the Porsche, that's okay bitch, I had insurance
Left and did some numbers, I came back and bought the Urus
Say that all she need from me is a little assurance
She never find another man like me even with a thesaurus
Got more Gs than a forest
Charge two-hundred K for the verse and another one for the chorus
Stackin' this money enormous, this bitch bet she look gorgeous
This bitch bet for sure, she give me that head like a walrus
Bunch of these niggas sound the same these days and that shit garbage
Big bro told me: Lil' homie, just be you regardless
Came from them apartments
Now you the owner of them apartments
Used to lean, yeah, whole collection in your closet
Tryna pick out somethin' for this party

I been drinkin' all my pain till I'm crawlin'
Pour it till it's empty, lil bad bitch with me
She don't wanna got to sleep till the mornin'
Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face
I don't wanna be late to the party
Someone chill my mind, but I do this every time
I been drinkin' all this pain till I'm crawlin'
I don't wanna go to sleep till the mornin'