TOAST ft. $TILL.LEGACY Lyrics

Niggas is toast, like Casper, I hop in the Ghost

Two hundred and seventeen on go, we touching the dough, I love to count the o's

She wanna be my side hoe, she eatin' my meat like a taco

Is that bitch on her cycle?

She say she crazy, a psycho

She hop on my lap, it's her seat

She givin' me brain like a geek

We go together like Fronto and weed

So slide to the crib for a week

I'm beating her back like the beat

Let's grab some bottles and roll some spliffs

They know that we lit

It is what it is

I had to stay down just to get rich

They mad at me, cause my wallet can't bend

I switch up the look, call me Ben ten

I keep it a hundred like Benjamin

I look at her body just like Goddamn

I stay cooked like a frying pan

Nigga I'm sick to the sinus

You niggas be lyin' your life is so trifling

You gon' cap on the internet, but I don't buy it

My pockets is fat, I don't do no diet

Yo bitch got high mileage, my bitch in designer

My liquor not cider, I'm high like a pilot

I'm not into typing', so let's get to fighting

I can't give indicted, that shit got me frightened

The President Biden, but I'm not about it

I pick my bitch up straight from the islands

I keep going, but I don't get tired

Yeah, you know that we vibin

I got issues, I can't

I can't even face em'

Running from my past

I been speed racing

My digital dash, it's been relayed

My mama watched me crash

But now I don't need paper

But guess what, we up,

Bad lil' hoe tryna text wassup

She threw me the cat in the back of the truck

He gon' say who his brother till he switch up

Two hundred and seventeen getting lit when we pop out

Rockstar shit, but we ain't finna drop out

Ooh, fire, shit with the Glock out

Mob ties, we finna slide out

My dysfunction gets OD

I been high for like three weeks

Take a look at the sky and you'll see me

Finna hop in a spaceship with ET

No more conversations, for the world, I lost my patience

Yeah, she say fuck the world, she say fuck the world

She said she a classy girl, I know she nasty girl

Finna throw that backy girl, cause she a classy girl

Run it to that sacky girl, just like a tracky girl

Bitch I'm talking to ratchet girl, she get to clapping girl

Niggas is toast, like Casper, I hop in the Ghost

Two hundred and seventeen, on go, we touching the dough, I love to count up the O's

She wanna be my side hoe, she eatin' my meat like a taco

Is that bitch on her cycle? She say she crazy a psycho