Late To Da Party (F*ck Bet) Lyrics – Lil Nas X

[Intro: Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy]
Yeah, f**k BET (Yeah)
F**k BET (Yeah)
F**k BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, f**k BET (They know that)
Yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
L!ck it all up (Mhm, mm)
Slurp it (Mhm, ah), make it sloppy
(Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Look at how I top sh!t, b!tch
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, b!tch, right or wrong, gone make a profit
Read about it, I don't even gotta sing about it
I wake up with the money that you n!ggas dream about, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy]
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

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Don't try me, you better save that sh!t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause, b!tch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
Hundreds (Grr) inside this b!tch, a hundred sticks
A hundred b!tches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah
Baddie in my bed and she plan on driving me (What?)
Demons in my head, I can't stop 'em all from rotting 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 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 Kawasakis

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy]
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

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Don't try me, you better save that sh!t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause, b!tch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em

[Verse 3: Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy]
Hmm, get it, uh (Get it), window double tinted (Yeah, yeah)
Face is sitting pretty, you b!tches wouldn't get it, uh (Yeah)
I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted, uh
Farted on these n!ggas (Pfft), oops, I think I sh!tted

[Verse 4: NBA YoungBoy]
He want X', I'm liking his sister
Want her to perform, so I gotta book her (Let's go, let's go)
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 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 gone caress her whole body, uh
Know I'm ready as soon as she cum, uh
I l!ck it as soon as I'm done (Yeah, uh)
Don't want be late for the party (Mmm, ah, ah)
You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Don't try me, you better save that sh!t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause b!tch I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em

[Outro: Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy]
Yeah, f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, f**k BET (They know that), yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy, yeah