Lyrics Golden Eye // Let's Make a Toast - NC-17

Up too high I won′t come down
Loyalty don't mean shit if you ain′t got the crown
Keep a small team only keep a few around
You don't want no beef
Hoping she ain't hit the streets
Ratchet she a pretty thief
See the best head when
Shawty off the meds
But plenty other shawtys left to bed
And I can′t be living with regrets
Just cause they can′t see what's next

Don′t this hit like a motherfucker?
Don't this hit like a motherfucker?
(Oh baby)
Don′t this hit like a motherfucker?

Flexing in sections like checks I don't spend with discretion
If y′all keep playing I finna buy me a Smith and Wesson
Keeping with status y'all know how I finna be dressin
Don't question my methods
I′m more than expected and we′ll represented
Got a nigga running to his mama
Nah I ain't fucking with the drama
Picked her up at 8, best believe she ain′t get dropped off
Yea they say it's fate, seems excuse to slack
I don′t like to act
See I don't like them people with you
Always around with them pictures
Quetuapine is my mixer
I just been feasting on bitches as hard as they come
And they loving the way I be rolling my tongue
I cannot be outdone
Better than all y′all fake prodigal sons
I need not shoot, see I hire them guns
Fucking that bitch got her speaking in tongues
Pulling her hair, yea she know that she naughty

Yea we be rolling and running eyes up at the sky
Yea she coming with me yea she know that she mine
Life likes to cycle and so does the time
I don't care for your questions
No I don't give a fuck about Twitter mentions
Here we go this all them
Stop actin like you an exception

Just give me your worst
Been tied to the first
Just tired of the
Just tired of
Shots up

After all this time, realized that I value time more than money
That′s my I′m taking your hunny
Bitty back from the back streets
Yea I'm back and they bummy
And shout outs to rugby
Cause them bitches raised me
Swear that I′ll be whipping in that brand new Mercedes
Promises, yea I swear I never break them
Haters don't engage them cause them niggas don′t get paid much
Another year is gone and then only consistency them tattoos on my arm
But no cause for alarm
Cause that's just how life goes
And fuck all them white folks
For making me hate the way
My hair kinks and Afros
Gonna stack me a clean mil
Run around holding 40s still
While I′m kicking it, feet up in Brazil
Damn these bitches always on me still
Even though the jeans from goodwill
On it but I ain't no doctor Phil
Let's be honest, y′all cappin for small insta factions
While I′m laughing cause writing classics my plan of action
Been only half in
Pursuing thots with passion
Distracted by fools with big dreams
And no talent to cash in
I got too much to even talk about it
So let's smoke one and just bang it out
Ain′t got nothing to complain about
Hoods been hard but ain't got muted shouts
Ain′t got no hunger and no walk abouts
So I've been chilling
Fuck you heard about
Yea I′ve been chillin
Fuck you heard about
I've been chillin
Fuck you heard about
Yea