TOAST

[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