TOAST

Hook:

Let’s make a toast

This for my old ho’s yall some ho’s

This for the ppl who used to be round who ain’t no more

On ya way to the top, everybody can’t go

V1:

Hands on ya knees

Fuck it up dance to the beat

We outside put ya hands on da street

Scrub the ground like its 93’

You can move one cheek lemme’ see

You can move both cheeks lemme see

You can throw that shit back lemme’ see

You ain’t givin’ up cat lemme’ leave

Ask round they’ll tell you bout’ me

I Never been a trick but I got em up my sleeve

Me cheese used to pull em by the 3

Nowadays if I pull up it’s a fee

Sippin on something that’s free

Everywhere I go they accommodate me

Award shows need to nominate me

I don’t care if everybody and momma hate me

Cause I’m in the groove

Everybody good don’t fuck up the mood

Order my drink by the two I don’t wanna think bout the shit i been through

everything will be cool

I’m tryna’ live in this moment with you

That just how I move

I got ya back they don’t want it with you

Gotta love it

Remember days we ain’t have nothing

None of these hoes wasn’t fucking

The shit changed all of a sudden

U gon’ learn

One thing bout’ them tables they turn

You a lame thats a name u earned

Dis a bridge u don’t really wanna burn

Hook:

Let’s make a toast

This for my old ho’s yall some ho’s

This for the ppl who used to be round who ain’t no more

On ya way to the top, everybody can’t go

V2

We gon’ celebrate til it’s Hella late

They hella hate how we elevate

& I’m Fly as fuck on u featherweights

When my fit fresh I am never late

The people with me they can tell u fake

I ain’t see ya when ya made the jealous face

They tried to get ya had to tell em wait

You play wit da dough I gotta bake the cake

We made it out , never gave a doubt

Fuck the lazy route Took the crazy route & we paved a route

I been that **** never chased the clout

somebody had to end the drought

You woke me up I was in the house

Put the work in took my feelings out

The rap game spit ya in and out

I can’t sit around I ain’t finna pout

I hop on the beat put the skates on

When I make songs it don’t take long

Gimme’ three blunts and a pint of liquor

I can do this shit all day long

I been doin good if a **** act out then I might black out like Akon

I Need my pockets fat like fazion

said I just gotta make it like trey songs

Gotta watch these **** might go behind da back like rajon

She don’t wanna be saved , why the fuck you tryna’ put a cape on

& my chick hot blazin , the whole meal caliente Cajun

With dem heels she a amazon , got a real **** feeling amazin

Hook:

Let’s make a toast

This for my old ho’s yall some ho’s

This for the ppl who used to be round who ain’t no more

On ya way to the top, everybody can’t go