Lyrics Toast Up - Gunna
Told
my
nigga
toast
up,
pour
some
lean
in
his
cup,
yeah
In
the
penthouse
sixty
levels
up
With
some
hoes
that
I
can't
cuff,
yeah
I
got
lean
in
my
cup,
I
got
rumors
I
can't
trust,
yeah
Niggas
thinking
that
they
tough
They
don't
wanna
play
with
us,
damn
Keep
a
semi-auto
tucked,
like
a
pimple
I
might
bust,
yeah
Gotta
thank
God
that
we
up,
I
done
seen
more
than
enough,
yeah
From
the
outside
looking
in
they
think
the
kid
made
it
I
ain't
ever
witnessed
so
much
damn
hatred
Gotta
get
a
grill
for
these
dead
faces
Thinking
'bout
that
money
got
my
mind
racing
Time
is
running
out,
I'm
running
out
of
patience
Come
down
to
that
paper,
you
gon'
grind
ain't
you?
They
play
with
one
of
your
partners,
you
gon'
ride
ain't
you?
We
gon'
take
it
over,
this
is
our
nation
I'ma
ride
that
Rover,
I
need
high
maintenance
Specialty
executive,
it's
so
spacious
I'm
so
used
to
this,
I
don't
do
nothing
basic
Chanel
on
your
feet,
I
know
you
love
pacin'
Whatever
you
do
don't
give
it
up
baby
Whatever
you
do
don't
give
it
up
baby
Go
clean
up,
I
got
hundreds
in
the
tub
baby
Told
my
nigga
toast
up,
pour
some
lean
in
his
cup,
yeah
In
the
penthouse
sixty
levels
up
With
some
hoes
that
I
can't
cuff,
yeah
I
got
lean
in
my
cup,
I
got
rumors
I
can't
trust,
yeah
Niggas
thinking
that
they
tough
They
don't
wanna
play
with
us,
damn
Keep
a
semi-auto
tucked,
like
a
pimple
I
might
bust,
yeah
Gotta
thank
God
that
we
up,
I
done
seen
more
than
enough,
yeah
I
don't
see
no
one
but
us,
I
don't
seem
to
worry
much
I
been
high
inside
the
clouds
I
can
feel
'em
and
touch
They've
been
praying
on
my
down,
they
don't
wanna
see
me
up
I
done
took
so
many
fouls,
now
they
seem
keep
me
tough
I
ain't
coming
with
no
bluff,
niggas
know
I
ain't
letting
up
I
been
in
and
out
of
town,
doing
shows
and
stacking
bucks
Moving
slow
and
sippin'
Tuss,
Hi-Tech
and
actin'
up
We
gon'
pour
a
pint,
my
niggas
all
litty
Toastin'
up
'cause
we
'bout
to
make
more
millis
Hundreds
in
the
bank,
I
need
them
blue
benjis
Put
you
in
the
latest
Jimmy
Choo
baby
They
say
this
money
gonna
drive
us
all
crazy
Paper
done
put
pressure
on
my
old
lady
Broke
your
heart
and
had
to
buy
a
new
Mercedes
Working
hard,
geekin',
can't
stop
getting
faded
Told
my
nigga
toast
up,
pour
some
lean
in
his
cup,
yeah
In
the
penthouse
sixty
levels
up
With
some
hoes
that
I
can't
cuff,
yeah
I
got
lean
in
my
cup,
I
got
rumors
I
can't
trust,
yeah
Niggas
thinking
that
they
tough
They
don't
wanna
play
with
us,
damn
Keep
a
semi-auto
tucked,
like
a
pimple
I
might
bust,
yeah
Gotta
thank
God
that
we
up,
I
done
seen
more
than
enough,
yeah
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