EST Gee – TOAST Lyrics

TOAST Lyrics by EST Gee

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, travein’ 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, I chose in the tote
I ain’t none of these rappers they
Broke
Two-fifty cash, I chose in the tote
I ain’t like none of these niggas they
Broke
I ain’t like none of these rappers they
Broke

Took you back for a 2021, like twenty
Somethin’ guns in the twenty, our guns
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 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 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
Tryna get the whole thing back, get a
Long Cadillac, if the police spin, then we toast
I done came a long way, travein’ 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, I chose in the tote
I ain’t none of these rappers they
Broke
Two-fifty cash, I chose in the tote
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 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 for more, 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 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
Bring J home, bop down, not ghost
Then it’s drop tie, rake us for the goat
Had to flip flop white black on the truck
Tell 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, travein’ 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, I chose in the tote
I ain’t none of these rappers they
Broke
Two-fifty cash, I chose in the tote
I ain’t like none of these niggas they
Broke
I ain’t like none of these rappers they
Broke