Tootsies - Gucci Mane feat. Lil Baby Lyrics and Video Download - YouTube to MP3

2019-10-16 09:01:02

Tootsies - Gucci Mane feat. Lil Baby

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Brr

Cook that shit up, Quay

Brr, lean, blah, lean, blah (Hah)

 

[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. Trapenstein, 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 talk 'cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' 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

(That's my fam, bitch)

You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver (Superhero)

My lil' boy already rich, he got my future paper (Checks signed)

We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (Elevator)

Tootsies on Tuesday, in the 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 shit

I was gettin' money before it was music (Music)

I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it (Abuse it)

I did what I did, got 'em clueless (Clueless)

Think these Adderalls got me all loose (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. Trapenstein, 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 talk 'cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' 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 Yeezy's (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. Trapenstein, 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 talk 'cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' bitch

Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

 

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