TOAST

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Yeah [Chorus] Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac If the police spin, then we toast I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped It's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man In the club, we spilling out Mo' Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke [Verse 1] Took you back for a 2021, like twenty somethin' guns In the twenty, all dubs from the shop Wasn't no security or nothin', just me and my youngins We gon' kill' em if we run into an opp Topping that mix, like work your wrist Trap hard in the bricks, no cream of the crop When I see a rock, codeine, red Wock' When dude spoke on me and he end up shot When bruh switched and he end up popped I sat back and watched, I'ma take my spot I can't be stopped, I'm locking this pot One whiff of this and it's clearing up snot Even back then I was holdin' my chin Knew I was gon' win, no way I'm not Back when my momma got sick, had to give up minus ten Would've gave up my life to save her I can't change it, I'ma gangsta Gun slangin' cold caser Waited patient, niggas ain't come Tough, don't tell me, come with eight guns Number one in the wakeup When I spend some to make some When my best friend was a H bum Nobody made it where I came from [Chorus] Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac If the police spin, then we toast I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped It's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man In the club, we spilling out Mo' Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke [Verse 2] When I come through the city, need a ticket for the show 'Bout the same thing that I made for the smoke Niggas, they air in the rain or the snow I done bucked for it once, I can buck for one more Asking for more but I'm telling 'em "No" Look what they did when they didn't have hope Right for the ball, went flat and my dawg turned back If they ask why I'm cutting his throat I gotta keep it close, even when I'm at a show Niggas shirt get soaked, out here thinking I don't Thought I felt turnt, then I upped my dose Me, James, Baby, like five, ten hoes PJ home, bop down, not ghost Then it's drop top, red guts for the GOAT Had to flip flop, white black on the truck Tell these lil' punks in the streets I'm Trump, yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) [Chorus] Tryna get the whole thing back in a long Cadillac If the police spin, then we toast I done came a long way, trappin' in the car like traffic in a four way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load ain't stamped It's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate, man In the club, we spilling out Mo' Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke Two-fifty cash, all 'chos in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these niggas, they broke I ain't like none of these rappers, they broke