Guestlist Video (MV)

Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
F*ck up out my place
Like your name ain't on the guestlist
Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
F*ck up out my place
Like your name ain't on the guestlist
I just really had to say it to em
Lay the tomb out, for the losers
Using me, is usually the day I lose it
F*ck the rules, from school I moved out
Thinkin' I could use a new route
Need a crib, with it a pool house
Hidden hills, right next to Ye house
Got a gate, and it say "stay out"
Isn't that the greatest payout?
Payback is a bitch, she lay out
On my balcony, you hate now
I go up, when it gets late out
She comes over, then she lay down
Turn my house into a playground
All the homies wit me stayed down
All the haters, they get sprayed down
F*ck with me and catch a fade now
Chill out bro, my life is great now
You should go home and just chill
I don't really wanna kill
I would really never kill
But you know I said it still
Opposite of hella real
But I, still f*ck you up, if I have to
I really hope that I don't f*ckin' have to
I'll pick you up and drop you
And like cut you in two halves dude
I really don't think you wanna see me when I'm mad dude
I'll turn this f*ckin' place into Vietnam
Everybody 'gainst me, but i'm winnin' like the Vietcong
Got the room spinnin', like a CD rom
I been drinkin' so much
I don't think that imma see tomorrow
Ain't a single scratch on me
But you look like I keyed your car
Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
F*ck up out my place
Like your name ain't on the guestlist
Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
F*ck up out my place
Like your name ain't on the guestlist
Nope, your name ain't on the list
I been whippin' through the hills, gettin' faded with your bitch
I'll explain it when i'm rich
But right now I want the cake
And my f*ckin' stomach rumbling, the fifth time that I ate
Some would say I'm eating great, but i'm wantin' more
Young and hungry carnivore
Suck and f*ck me, on the floor
If you lucky, I'll be yours
Wouldn't really count on that, I be off the brown and fact
Crack the bottle, down the hatch
Now i'm f*cking faded, like i'm walkin' out the barber shop
I been doin' crazy shit, neighbors tryna call the cops
I wanna be like Drake and shit
Buy their house and all the block
Can't wait til' I make it bitch, that's the point the party start, yeah
That's the point the party start
And this the anthem like it's party rock