Toast 2 That

[Intro: Cousin Stizz]

Let's toast to that, yeah

I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man

All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bruh

Keep your head up high, for real, for real

'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (Free 'Vonte)

Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig

But we with you, you feel me?

Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

[Verse 1: Cousin Stizz]

Shawty talk crazy, we in all black

We in black masks, all my niggas strapped

Ayy, man, let's toast to that

We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump)

I came through, felony inside my trunk (Inside my trunk)

Before rap, niggas been about them dumps, ooh

Before rap, niggas been on these chumps, ooh

I don't how we 'posed to fake all the funk

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that

Fuck your bitch, and I take her on trips

But ain't no postin' that (No postin' that bitch)

I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag

Whip hard and cut every seven grams, sold her this good crack (Woo, woo, woo)

I mix it up with the b-tweezy, my nigga

Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga

The blow Trader Joe, got that organic dope

And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga

We dumpin', and drop it out

Bussin' packets like pimple, we poppin' off

I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw

Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm Above the Law

Nigga, fuck the law (Nigga fuck the)

I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that

Made a couple million, can't let a ho get close to that

I told papi the rock it wasn't lockin', I sent that coca back

I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag

[Outro: Cousin Stizz]

Tryna find my next drug never meant so much

And vices never cared about my age either

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the steering wheels the same

The family

And only I could be the teacher in the end