[Verse 1]

As soon as they see a nigga step out, ask me where I got it from

Tell 'em that it's fresh out

Dirty in the game, I'ma have to take the trash out

Fast money cash route, bitches with their ass out

Haters give a damn what your plans 'bout, til they see it pans out

Now they got their hands out

Easier to fit it but harder when it stands out

Vampires live in the night, got these fangs out

And Burna got me on some London Pound Cake

Murder got me hiking up the crime rate

I tap into it and reach a higher mind state

Eat your favourite rapper like a black pepper prime steak

Drop bars that can make the ground shake

Hot shit, feel it in your prostate

[?] on the bass, make it vibrate

Niggas food gets cold, tryna snatch out my plate

Fly like I'm super fly young Casius

Sting like a bee, OG Nastius

Haters throwing dirt up on my name, that shit is blasphemous

Better put respect up on my hood, we ghetto scandalous

[Chorus]

Oh we gon' make a toast, raise your glass in the air

We gon' make a toast, raise your bottles in the air

'Cause we gon' make a toast, for the rookie of the year

It's time to make a toast

Oh we gon' make a toast, raise your glass in the air

We gon' make a toast, raise your bottles in the air

'Cause we gon' make a toast, for the rookie of the year

It's time to make a toast

[Verse 2]

I'm a shark smelling blood in infested water

This' what happens when I get to my lyrical slaughter

My kick game harder, gifts from Zara

They got a young Kiara, kissing on Carla

I send both to the nigga Reece, nothing deceased

Cook them up like fried chicken, dip them in some grease

Drop bombs on his career like the Middle East

I'm off the chain, hell's dog never on the leash

Gave his silly ass a chance, now it's rest in peace

Always hungry, at this rate I'll probably eat a feast

Pussy niggas don't respond when they hear the heat

But they can feel the ground breaking from beneath their feet

All those rings [?], I put them fifty deep

I'm like Freddy Kruger killing niggas in your sleep

Your girl lookin kinda good, I'ma have to peep

But if she down to let me creep, I'ma let her creep

[Chorus]

Oh we gon' make a toast, raise your glass in the air

We gon' make a toast, raise your bottles in the air

'Cause we gon' make a toast, for the rookie of the year

It's time to make a toast

Oh we gon' make a toast, raise your glass in the air

We gon' make a toast, raise your bottles in the air

'Cause we gon' make a toast, for the rookie of the year

It's time to make a toast