EST Gee - TOAST Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

Tryna get the whole thing back, get 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, half to a whole
If you take long to bring it back and the load ain't stamped
It's a drought, fall straight to the floor
Wishin' my dog came back, long live Made Man, in the club, we spillin' out Mo'
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 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

Take you back for a 2021, like twenty somethin' guns in the twenty, all dubs drom the shop
Wasn't no security or nothin', just me and my youngins', we gon' kill' em if we run into an opp
Talkin' that mix, like work your wrist, trap hard in the bricks and I'm cream of the crop
When I see it raw, codeine, red Wock
When dude spoke on me, and he end up shot
When bruh switched up, and he end up popped
I sat back and watched, I'ma take my spot
I can't be stopped, I'm locked in this Spot
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 mama got sick, had to give up my stint, 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 then I wakeup, when I spend some' to make some'
When my best friend was a H bum, nobody made it where I came from

Tryna get the whole thing back, get 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, half to a whole
If you take long to bring it back and the load ain't stamped
It's a drought, fall straight to the floor
Wishin' my dog came back, long live Made Man, in the club, we spillin' out Mo'
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 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

When I come through the city, need a ticket for the show
'Bout the same thing that I made for the smoke
Next day air, in the rain or the snow
I done buck 401, so I can buck for one more
Ask if I'm wrong, and I'm telling 'em, "No"
Look what they did when I didn't have hope
Right for the ball, went flat and my dawg Turned back
If they ask why I'm cuttin' his throat
I gotta keep it close, even when I'm at a show
Niggas shirt get soaked, out here thinkin' 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
This droptop, red guts for the GOAT
Had to flip flop, white black on the truck
To these lil' punks in the streets I'm Trump

Tryna get the whole thing back, get 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, half to a whole
If you take long to bring it back and the load ain't stamped
It's a drought, fall straight to the floor
Wishin' my dog came back, long live Made Man, in the club, we spillin' out Mo'
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 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