Gucci Mane, Lil Baby - Tootsies lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Gucci Mane, Lil Baby - Tootsies lyrics]

Burr cook that shit up, Quay
Burr bling, blaow
Bling, blaow

This dope'll make you do the Kanye
Took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet
But Gucci made 'em open it dr trap-enstein
And I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough
So I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies
Bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep
The top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up
Seen a done bitch gucci on that don shit
So wealthy that my son rich

Yeah hop out that new Maybach like
I come from paper (Like my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver
(Superhero) my lil' boy already rich
He got my future paper (Trust fund)
We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator
(Elevator) tootsies on Tuesday
In a private room making a movie (Movie)
I got some vibes with me getting groovy
(Groovy)
We at the top floor in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi)
Ridin' with some hot boys like I'm Juvie
(Lil Wayne)
I'm on that dumb shit like I'm Gucci (Guwop)
I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci
(Gucci) go ask about me
This shit ain't no new cheese
I was gettin' money before it was music
(Music)
I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it
('Buse it)
How I did what I did, got 'em clueless
(Clueless)
Think these Adderalls got me all lucid (yeah)
Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosin'
(yeah)
She been checkin' me out, I been movin'
(yeah)
So much money, it's getting confusin' (yeah)
Only winnin', ain't doin' no losin' (yeah)

This dope'll make you do the Kanye
Took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet
But Gucci made 'em open it dr trap-enstein
And I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough
So I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies
Bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep
The top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up
Seen a done bitch gucci on that don shit
So wealthy that my son rich

Show me that pussy cat 'cause El
Gato got a cat wrist (Brr)
Shooter got that rocket on him
Call him James Harden
We be straight ballin', wet T-shirt contest
Top off, call us up, the coupe color Sunkist
(It's Gucci) i be going hard on 'em
I'm on that Lil Pump shit (Pump)
I don't even know how my
Money got so retarded trap God
(Trap God)
Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus (yeah)
Bitch fine as Kim K, and these are not Yeezys
(It's Gucci)

This dope'll make you do the Kanye
Took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet
But Gucci made 'em open it dr trap-enstein
And I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough
So I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies
Bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep
The top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up
Seen a done bitch gucci on that don shit
So wealthy that my son rich

Wizzop (Hah) lil Baby

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