Toast

Year round we them niggas
You seasonal, temporary living
Your run will be done in a minute, son, you are not authentic
Bitches can tell the difference
They know better than to smoke with ya
Back up a little bitch, you'll get the whole picture
So much sicker than them niggas, I'm coughing they just got hiccups
KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup
Off road style, lift kit, heavy duty spring stomper
Tires get it done when the time is crunched like sit-ups
To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors
'85 Countach, never seen a real road
From the show room floor to my seven car garage
Got a storage cross town with like seven more rides
Tucked inside, that grand theft auto life
Rolling up in my safe house, I'm looking down
Done it by my design, refusing to compromise
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes
Uh, uh, uh
They saying shit changed 'cause shit changed
Not just the horses in my motor
But the cost for me to show up
I'm a boss, and my whole team fly private
Black cars when we roll up
Quarter pounds when we blow up
Hit the ground running
My watch new 'cause a nigga sound bumping
And your girlfriend leaving you '
Cause she just wanna be around something
Like playing Xbox and wearing weed socks, speeding 'round stunting
Ordering thousand dollar room service, rolling weed up by the onion
Ooh, I got it made, but I ain't make it on my own
Who would've thought a Pittsburgh nigga would go and buy a LA home?
Rolling up papers, turning down favors
All these fake Kushes, I got my own flavor
Homie that ain't KK in that brand new bag
Got a maid to make that brand new crib
Need a whip to match that brand new car
Thinking maybe Maybach, brand new insides
Everything black, young ass nigga blowing OG in the back
Last time you heard from me I was rolling bud up
Looking dope in my brand new clothes
Eyes closed like someone told 'em to shut up
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes
These diesel eyes