Lil Nas X – Late To The Party Lyrics

Lil Nas X Late To The Party Lyrics (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, f*ck BET (Yeah), f*ck BET (Yeah), f*ck BET
Yeah, f*ck BET (They know it), yeah (They know it)
Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Yeah

Lick it on up mm mm
Slurp it, mm ah
Make it sloppy
Ok ok ok ok

Look at how I top sh*t, b*tch
I just put like three up in the top 10

I don’t need nobody
I just need these CC’s on my body
Everything I do b*tch right or wrong gon’ make a profit
Read about, I don’t even gotta sing about it
I wake up with the money that you ni**as dream about

Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, ya
They don’t want it like that
They want me need to die, yuh
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, ya
They don’t want it like that
They want me to die, yea

Don’t try me
You better save that sh*t for somebody else
Don’t try me
Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea
Yeah you know we got ehm

Hundreds inside this b*tch
A hundred sticks, a hundred b*tches
With a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeaa
Baddie in my bed and she plan on driving me
Demons in my head, I can’t stop ’em all from riding me
She want me to buy her some CC’s
She wanna eat and I hope she don’t bite none
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 with shorty like new Kawasaki’s

Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, ya
They don’t want it like that
They want me need to die, yuh
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, ya
They don’t want it like that
They want me to die, yea

Don’t try me
You better save that sh*t for somebody else
Don’t try me
Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea
Yeah you know we got ehm

Get it window double tinted
Face sitting pretty, you b*tches wouldn’t get it
I’m at Met Gala in Versace and it’s fitted
Farted on these ni**as *fart noise* oops I think I sh*tted

He want X I’m liking his sister, want her to perform so I gotta book her
She say Chanel bag, plus I’m gone flood her ears with boogers
They know not to try me they know for a fact that I got it
On my hip blue hundreds inside of my pocket
Mercedes-Benz with the brabus kit body
I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket *grunt*

Long as she don’t tell nobody I’m ‘gone caress her whole body
Know I’m ready as soon as she come, uh, I lick it as soon as I’m done
Don’t want be late for the party, oh ah
You know I turn up, they can’t never turn me down

Don’t try me
You better save that sh*t for somebody else
Don’t try me
Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea
Yeah you know we got ehm

Yeah, f*ck BET (Yeah), f*ck BET (Yeah), f*ck BET
Yeah, f*ck BET (They know it), yeah, yeah (They know it), ayy, yeah

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Montero Hill
  • Album: Late To The Party
  • Released: 2022