Late to the Party Joyner Lucas & Ty Dolla $ign

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy)
(Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
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 her true colors, it ain't even autumn, yeah
I got me some money, I needed a coupe
Needed a coupe, ridin' alone, just me and my dudes
A nigga like me never needed a groove
A nigga like me never needed to shoot, I got the shooters
They pull the trigger and 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, and 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 niggas 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 hoe my hooky, like I skipped school
And I remember times we were kids too
Just some youngins gettin' high, we was lit too (Little)
Ain't no limit to the grind when the rents due
I got money on my mind and some bricks too