Late Party Video (MV)

Late to the party, but I still turn it up
I came in with Doughboy and Foenik in the cut
Hoes shakin' ass, but nah, somebody gettin' stained up
I ain't even off the liquor, got all black with heat tucked
What's the word? I need money moves to come up by the first
I'd finesse you three times if you never ever learned
Could ask, what's her name? This is what I know, not what I heard
I don't even smoke no more, but when I do, I'm high as birds, on god
Chop sticks heavy, nothin' like Panda Express
I was dead broke, bro, and I used to go dine-and-dash
Told my old hoe she a ho and for some reason she got mad
Told my driver stay on point, we did the dash and still crashed
That's sad, they got caught, but I didn't, cause I'm too fast
Threw the choppers out the window, got a ride later from Mak
One of the people we was with, owed me some, all facts
Took his shit, he threw out, he knows it too, boy, gimme that
You don't pay up, bet, I'ma get it some way
When will the opps spin? I don't know, maybe someday
Young sinner, but I still make it to church on Sundays
Ho gon' eat the whole dick up like it was her entree
Opp shorty, she done been through all sides, she don't care
We don't even know her name, we just call her everywhere
Always prepared for the worst, time heals Cartier
Feel like a quiet kid with a AR, I don't play it fair
CEO, Off-White, my whole fit look like coke
She addicted to the pimp, she wanna row in this same boat
Before I tell the cops anything, I slit my own throat
Hella late to the party, but Mak already on go
Late to the party, but I still turn it up
I came in with Doughboy and Foenik in the cut
Hoes shakin' ass, but nah, somebody gettin' stained up
I ain't even off the liquor, got all black when heat tucked
Opps postin' for views, it ain't nothin' in it
I'm feelin' untouchable, cause really what they do?
When it's up, we stay down, choppers fill the whole room
Goofies steady postin' guns I told three, damn, we're doomed
Who believe yall? no one do, but the hoes and your crew
But believe it when they told me they get high, badger the proof
They some hands-in-the-pocket type of folks, they don't shoot
My blickies like to talk, I think they guns on mute
Put that B to the A, treat they block like GTA
Gon' be shootin' in the paint, walk him down, DOA
They ain't picture me like this, I told him it's a different frame
Instead of postin' them pipes, someone tell him get some rank
He don't wanna war with us, cause we always close the case
Game over, shrug my shoulders when they ask who's his face
I'm never foldin, like a boulder we be rollin' badger ray
The opps stay on angel dust, I be stayin' with my K