Tootsies

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Burr Cook that shit up, Quay Burr Bling, blaow Bling, blaow [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 1: Lil Baby] 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) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 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) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Outro: Gucci Mane] Wizzop (Hah) Lil Baby