LATE TO THE PARTY (feat. 556Kurumi)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Skirting away

Hop in the car, skirting away

Hop in the car, skirting away

This bitch in my section, she been tryna give me face

You want me to pull up? Well—just name the time and place

I tote a Ruger, but I know some of the gang got Ks

I’m at the corner store with a chop, just waiting on him to send the drop

SRT whippin’, I been avoiding all the cops

Big Draco spinning, you ain’t gon’ like it when it talks

We gon’ make God go uplift him, wether he like it or not

Shit, it won’t stop—we going up

Look at my whip, look at my watch

Look at my bitch drip when she walks

Look at my bitch drip so fly, like it or not

Shit’s gettin’ hot, I’m gettin’ high

She on my jock just for somethin’

Loose life, just for love (my cup full of drugs)

Party like your life’s about to end

I think me and you better than friends

I know you gon’ do it, stop pretendin’

’Cause we know how it turns out in the end

If you wanna fly, just jump a little higher, baby

You know it’s a vibe, need you by my side, baby

The minute you were mine, I knew you a rider, baby

Now they mad ’cause I ain’t do nothin’

(Chillin’ in a Cadillac coupe with the burner)

If they mad, I could run my ones

(Hear you talkin’, I’m talkin’, I earned it)

Shit, do somethin’, make me up my gun

(I could leave you crashed out and burnin’)

Remember them days downtown and servin’

Bread in nine ways, I was out here earnin’

Audemars face with the Rollie circle

I can’t not say if it’s right or worth it

You my favorite, you so perfect