Rev. Da IV - TOAST (feat. D1 Drex)

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Two songs in three years
Took too long to be here
But if you know, you know, I got four songs out
Peep my SoundCloud now (What)
Oh YAWP!, that's what it's called
Scrunchie Gang, Scrunchie, been a year
Since that song
Mothafuckas tryna me but life goes on
I just be chillin since life goes on

And we on
I ain't finna do this alone
O.T.B, DAP in the zone
We drop this song then make some more
How's that for a toast?
First and foremost God, then I wanna thank mom
Now, how's that for a toast?
With the nets cut down, I'm goin Disney woah

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Shoutout my mama
Shoutout your daughter
She call me dada (She call me daddy)
Just playin I'm wholesome

I'm first team all wholesome
First team oh well
First it goes my team then everyone else
Shoutout DAP, O.T.B, M.M.C
(Lemme see some!) That's Level Up Academy
My mama been on me about graduatin
Just give me more time
Ima walk hella stages
No cap, no gown but Ima go hard for Grammy
Know she lookin down she gon see me win a Grammy

But I'll be good, when the fam good
Like the fam fam, that check if I'm good
Like I'm good, if we good
Gotta understand fam, we gon be good

And we on
I ain't finna do this alone
O.T.B, DAP in the zone
We drop this song then make some more
How's that for a toast?
First and foremost God, then I wanna thank mom
Now, how's that for a toast?
With the nets cut down, I'm goin Disney woah

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Toast for a new release
Re-please
Why y'all so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

You say you got beef
We handle that
Know I keep a glock in a fanny pack
No love for a opp
Put him in the grass
Please get in the trunk cause I got some class
Then I milly rock (Whoa)
Bury him right behind Costco
These jokers don't get it man shout out to fury
That boy see the vision
I'm killing your bitch from the back at a pivot
Well damn, bitch I'm the man
You talking down you gone hear from the fans
I'm too busy counting up all of these wins
I know you can peep the mood that I stay in (Yeah)
Sauce drip to my feet (Feet)
100's all on me (On me)
100's all on me (On me)
100's all on me (Yeah)

Written by:
Charles Sauzo, Havea Kaumatule-Tukutau

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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