Toast Up – Gunna
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Toast Up

Intro


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

Verse 1

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]

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

Verse 2

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]

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

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