Tootsies (feat. Lil Baby)

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

Doctor Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit

Fishtailin' outta Tootsies, bag full of em hundreds

I told the dealer he could keep the top, '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

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 (Trust fund)

We just parked a Wraith inside a elevator (Elevator)

Tootsies on Tuesday, in a private room makin' a movie

I got some vibes with me, gettin' groovy

We on the top floor in a jacuzzi, run with some Hot Boys like I'm Juvi

I'm on that dumb shit, like I'm Gucci

I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci

Go ask about me, this shit ain't no new shit

I was gettin money before it was music

I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it

How I did what I did, got 'em clueless

Think these Adderalls got me hallucin'

Got your bitch on my dick, she been choosin'

She been checkin' me out, I been movin'

So much money it's getting confusing

Only winning, ain't doin' no losing

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

Doctor Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

She ain't even fine enough, so I ain't even wanna hit

Fishtailin' outta Tootsies, bag full of em hundreds

I told the dealer he could keep the top '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

Show me that pussy cat, 'cause El Gato got a cat wrist

Shooter got that rocket on 'em, call him James Harden

We be straight ballin', wet t-shirt contest

Top off, colors of the coupe, color Sunkist (It's Gucci)

I be goin' hard on 'em, I'm on that Lil' Pump shit (It's Gucci)

I don't even know how my money got so retarded

Trap God, Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus (Trap God)

Bitch fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezys

This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates (It's Gucci)

The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it

Doctor Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit

Fishtailin' outta Tootsies, bag full of em hundreds

I told the dealer he could keep the top, '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