Jpaulished - Guestlist Lyrics

Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck you up, if I have to
I really hope that I don’t fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fucking 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

Who the young boy coming with the fresh shit?
Batter up, next hit, tatted up, necklace
Just couple things I need off my checklist
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck you up, if I have to
I really hope that I don’t fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fucking 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