Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher - Toast lyrics

Yeah yeah
Really uh

I gave 'em seventeen, I'm back clickin'
Two brand new hoes, I'm Chad trippin'
Or Lou Will-in',  if you willin'
Summertime, drop the top, don't do ceilings
Mob style,  killers perched on few buildings
I won't let 'em JFK me (Nah)
Trey-pound boom like KD
Shots make you dance like JT
Everything in sync, clap to the click, click
Before the body drop
I probably got a thottie with
Some pack or some drinks
Middleman, nobody jacking your links
You an internet nigga
Nobody care what you actually think
I'm at the spot, not your events
I was handling a lick
You was on the 'Gram talking to my flicks
I ignored you, now you salty and you sick
Niggas actin' like they made me like they
Deserve a portion of my flip
Like when I lost forty they
Helped offset the hit hmm, never amigo
Had to move them pounds like keto
Reality rap, no egos
You can't find these visuals on Vevo

And we came to get this money
Like we 'posed to do
Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you
If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2
You gon' get the bag or
You gon' be emotional?
Don't let opportunity miss and hit
Who's close to you
Make sure you get your just due

Yo, I put a shooter on your block
Niggas fleeing for cover
Back when moving grams to suckers
Was my bread and butter
No plan, I broke bread
My whole fam was struggling
Do a lot of stunting but
You never fed your brothers
You ain't like me (Nah)
I took them trips by myself to put my team on
'Cause fuck bein' rich by myself
Penthouse views
Big loud jewels keep talking, nigga
This fifth got a big mouth too
No lie, trap stupid, I could quit by noon
Just how I'm payin'
I could have 'em rich by June
Ah, they want me back in the pen'
Load so heavy, caught a flat in the Benz
(Damn)
Bricks was thirty, I was taxin' 'em ten
Every hustler guaranteed to make
Back what they spend
Y'all talk dope, but y'all all broke
What you know about thirty
In a Carhartt coat?
(Fuck you know about that?)
Real shit, all off quotes
Last month I hit a number
I never saw off dope, tHE BUTCHER

And we came to get this money
Like we 'posed to do
Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you
If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2
You gon' get the bag or
You gon' be emotional?
Don't let opportunity miss and hit
Who's close to you
Make sure you get your just due