Tootsies

This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates

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

Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

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

Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds

I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch

Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)

Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper

You've been cuffin' bitches you a super saver

My boy already rich he got my future paper

We just parked a Wraith inside a elevator

Tootsie on Tuesday in a private room making a movie

I got some vibes with me getting groovy,

We at the top floor in a jacuzzi

Roll with some hot boys like I'm Juvy

I'm on that dumb shit like Gucci

I spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci

Go ask about me this shit ain't no news

I got 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 all loosey

Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosy

She been shakin' me out I've been movin'

So much money its getting confusin'

Only winning ain't doing no losing

This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates

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

Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

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

Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds

I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch

Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)

Show me that pussy cat cause El Gato got cat wrist

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

We be straight ballin', wet t-shirt contest

Top off, colors of the coupe call it Sunkist

I be goin hard on them, I'm on that Lil Pump shit

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

(Trap god) Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus

Bitch fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezy's

This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates

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

Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet

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

Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds

I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it

Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch

Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)