TOAST (feat. D1 Drex)

Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo Two songs in three years Took too long to be here But if you know, you know, I got four songs out Peep my SoundCloud now (What) Oh YAWP!, that's what it's called Scrunchie Gang, Scrunchie, been a year Since that song Mothafuckas tryna me but life goes on I just be chillin since life goes on And we on I ain't finna do this alone O.T.B, DAP in the zone We drop this song then make some more How's that for a toast? First and foremost God, then I wanna thank mom Now, how's that for a toast? With the nets cut down, I'm goin Disney woah Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo Shoutout my mama Shoutout your daughter She call me dada (She call me daddy) Just playin I'm wholesome I'm first team all wholesome First team oh well First it goes my team then everyone else Shoutout DAP, O.T.B, M.M.C (Lemme see some!) That's Level Up Academy My mama been on me about graduatin Just give me more time Ima walk hella stages No cap, no gown but Ima go hard for Grammy Know she lookin down she gon see me win a Grammy But I'll be good, when the fam good Like the fam fam, that check if I'm good Like I'm good, if we good Gotta understand fam, we gon be good And we on I ain't finna do this alone O.T.B, DAP in the zone We drop this song then make some more How's that for a toast? First and foremost God, then I wanna thank mom Now, how's that for a toast? With the nets cut down, I'm goin Disney woah Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo Toast for a new release Re-please Why y'all so needy Put this shit on repeat Play my shit on repeat, ooo You say you got beef We handle that Know I keep a glock in a fanny pack No love for a opp Put him in the grass Please get in the trunk cause I got some class Then I milly rock (Whoa) Bury him right behind Costco These jokers don't get it man shout out to fury That boy see the vision I'm killing your bitch from the back at a pivot Well damn, bitch I'm the man You talking down you gone hear from the fans I'm too busy counting up all of these wins I know you can peep the mood that I stay in (Yeah) Sauce drip to my feet (Feet) 100's all on me (On me) 100's all on me (On me) 100's all on me (Yeah)