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Woodboy Gee - Toast Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm Woodboy Gee, man, they know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah
I got somethin' for they motherfuckin' ass right here
This that shit
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse]
Music for the soul, you can feel it in your toes (You can feel it in your toes)
These niggas act like fishes, so I'm ridin' with my pole
Sometimes, your biggest haters be the ones you love the most (Fuck)
I made it out the hood, let's pop a bottle, have some toast (Celebrate)
Wafi iced me up like I had hickeys on my throat (Wafi, ice)
And I can't purchase dope until I gеt a tester and a quote (I can't buy that shit)
448 gas bags, I trappеd them bitches daily (Gas bags)
Always present when it's math class, I was pushin' four for the eighty (Facts)
I see snake niggas, so I keep a shovel close by (I'm goin')
Bro say, "How you want it?" Told him hit that bitch on both sides (Hit that bitch up)
When I get my check, I might go bulletproof on both rides (Skrrt)
My paper used to be short, so I couldn't even get on most rides (Facts)
South Beach in the double-R, I let my lil' bitch ghost ride (Facts)
300K in ice without a deal, I don't need no cosign (No cosign)
We the real dope boys (What?), they the real broke boys (Yeah)
My pinky on arena, I can't hear them makin' no noise (Huh?)
Standin' over the vacuum seal like Jordan, nigga so poised (Hah)
That new Corvette a hundred, fuck, it's like I just bought four toys (Skrrt)
I be breakin' bad hoes (Yup), they think I'm an asshole
You be fuckin' sad hoes, they pussy just like bad 'bows (Facts)
I can't trust the mail van 'cause it got a mailman (Yeah)
The only place my money go is anywhere that my scale can (Yeah)
Your traphouse be movin' slow, that's why they call you snail man (Slow)
My traphouse be boomin', that's why they call me the bale man (Bale man)
Put two hundred thousand in that Caravan
Niggas bucked for nothin', tryna call me like they care again (What?)
But I just can't spare a man (Nope)
I know niggas wicked, so that's why I keep my gun in hand
I'm Big Geezy, I'll son a man, on gang, nigga
You gon' get your head took off your body 'bout this chain, nigga (Facts)
I was all in Louis with the strippers makin' it rain, nigga (Facts)
Every nigga I know done sold some P's or sold some 'caine, nigga (Huh?)
I'm glad I got some paper up out the clouds and all the rain, nigga (Yeah)
I like gettin' fresh and smokin' Bub', that's my go-to (What?)
Pull up super smart, hopin' out that bitch just like I'm Goku (Facts)
Bitch from Memphis, she gon' eat me up just like some soul food (Haha)
I'm ridin' with my stick inside her purse, she keep a pole too (Brrt)
Slick nigga like a pimp in the '80s with a gold tooth
Brick, nigga, Cuban links on me can flood your whole crew (Brick)
I done sold a lot of bags, that's why my pockets swole, dude
I just bought a lot of swag, I'm ridin' with my pole, dude (Lotta cash)
[Outro]
I'm Woodboy Gee, man, they know what the fuck I do