"Toast Up" lyrics - GUNNA

GUNNA

"Toast Up"

(Wesley Glass / Sergio Kitchens)

[Intro:]
Wheezy beats
Mmm, mmm

[Chorus:]
(Mmm) Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah (Lean in your cup)
In a penthouse sixty levels up
With some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah (With some hoes that I can't cuff)
I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah (I got real ones I can trust, yeah)
Niggas thinking that they tough
They don't wanna play with us, damn (They don't wanna play with us)
Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah (Mmm)
Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah

From the outside looking in they think the kid made it (Think the kid made it)
I ain't ever witnessed so much damn hatred (Damn hatred)
Gotta get a graveyard for these dead faces (Dead faces)
Thinking 'bout that money got my mind racing (My mind racing)
Time is running out, I'm running out of patience (Yeah)
Come down to that paper, you gon' grind, ain't you? (You gon' grind, ain't you?)
They play with one of your partners, you gon' ride, ain't you? (You gon' ride, ain't you?)
We gon' take it over, this is our nation (Our nation)
I'ma ride that Rover, I need high maintenance (High maintenance)
Specialty executive, it's so spacious (So spacious)
I'm so used to this, I don't do nothing basic (Nothing basic)
Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin' (Yeah)
Whatever you do don't give it up, baby (No)
Whatever you do don't give it up, baby (Give it up, baby)
Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub, baby (Nah)

I don't see no one but us, I don't seem to worry much (Nah)
I been high inside the clouds I can feel 'em and touch (Yeah)
They've been praying on my down, they don't wanna see me up (They don't wanna see me up)
I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough (Tough)
I ain't coming with no bluff (Nah), niggas know I ain't letting up (Nah)
I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks (Stacking bucks)
Moving slow and sippin' Tuss (Tuss), Hi-Tech and actin' up (Actin' up)
We gon' pour a pint, my niggas all litty (All litty)
Toastin' up 'cause we 'bout to make more millies (Make more millies)
Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis (Blue benjis)
Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo, baby (Choo, baby)
They say this money gonna drive us all crazy
Paper done put pressure on my old lady (My old lady)
Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes (New Mercedes)
Working hard, geekin', can't stop getting faded (Yeah)