Roddy Ricch - Tootsies lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Tootsies lyrics]
(Sonic goin' crazy)
Take some time, talk some shit
I ain't never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense
And we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi Tech
My throat be raw as shit real rich nigga
I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit
Rеal shooter, aim at your medulla
I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, whеn I'm in the Chi'
Gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit
You gotta be quick
Lil' nigga think he litty
Only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my
Son could walk and shit
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil'
Nigga could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my
Location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do
It and now we killin' shit
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin' I know you
Niggas can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these niggas
One handed
Global jet pass, I can never get stranded
Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh
I'm quick to hear a bitch
Talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"
We got assassins makin' deal
Goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her
"Do one" you can catch Ricch out in traffic
In some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive
But I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble
I ain't flashy said my lifestyle kind of
Bougie but it's ratchet
Blew a hunnid last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hunnids
Then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em
Wanna cut my wrist i bet we fuck it up and
Tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou'
Even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house
I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Take some time, talk some shit
I ain't never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense
And we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi Tech
My throat be raw as shit real rich nigga
I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit
Rеal shooter, aim at your medulla
I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, whеn I'm in the Chi'
Gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit
You gotta be quick
Lil' nigga think he litty
Only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my
Son could walk and shit
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil'
Nigga could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my
Location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do
It and now we killin' shit
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin' I know you
Niggas can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these niggas
One handed
Global jet pass, I can never get stranded
Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh
I'm quick to hear a bitch
Talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"
We got assassins makin' deal
Goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her
"Do one" you can catch Ricch out in traffic
In some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive
But I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble
I ain't flashy said my lifestyle kind of
Bougie but it's ratchet
Blew a hunnid last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hunnids
Then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em
Wanna cut my wrist i bet we fuck it up and
Tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou'
Even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house
I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch