Lyrical Breakdown of Tootsies - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tootsies" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tootsies" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Brr, cook that shit up, Quay Brr, lean, blah, lean, blah 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 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) 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 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) 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 Wizzop (Hah) Lil Baby