Chords for Tootsie Roll

_ _ _ _ Damn, I done slid in the hoodie on one good.
Thought I went for a time cleaner, man.
You gettin' crazy, Royal.
Yeah.
[B] _ Okay, Roya.
[Bb] Yeah.
Yeah.
[B] Ayy.
Shitty boys.
_ [Bb] Damn.
Shut up.
Shitty [G] boys.
Hey.
Hey.
Shitty [B] boys.
Osric.
I'll flip you up like Sheron.
Got every cutter fitted as I'm the tech guy.
Real life score, but I'm thinking about the next flop.
Scope on this bitch, so I think this a head shot.
Damn, turtle pie, this a head hop.
Donate a flatline, so I'm here dead guy.
My main man's a burger, so I'ma call you french fry.
Just made ten, still got crust in my left eye.
Big mind clear, fuck around and tuck a rocket launcher.
Boy plugged in, two shots gon' stop the chart.
You ain't never scored a point.
Boy, I'm probably not gon' guard it.
Bitch, like, when we gon' link?
Shit, not tomorrow.
Shit, and not today.
May 7, then I'm A.C.
Bitch, I'm Dr.
J.
O.B..J., one hand, I ain't drop the plug. My hotheads locked in, make you unlock a safe. If it's bustin', I'm there. Time break. Chrome hearts on a black heart you cannot break. Two sticks on me, but I promise you cannot play. I'ma probably shoot both of them to the SWAT tank. Hold on, turn around, touchdown flex. Hold on, bitch, can't fuck just net. Fucked up chase with a fucked up check. If you fuck with gang, you get fucked [B] up next. Off-white turns how I jump in wet. Rent it up, chillin', how the fuck I sweat? Little bitch a zombie, she suck my flesh. Bitch, you ain't the only one I text. Slide, slide. Hellcat finna fly. Got big drip like I'm sipped on my side. I don't work shit. Shit's drip when I drive. [G] Glock pick him up, he get lift, ain't no ride. You down one, but the clock buzz, ain't no time. [Bb] You could be on the skateboard, ain't no grind. Talk shit on fake page, know you hate your life. Off-white, but the switch on on the AR. Had to switch clubs, while he's hot from my face card. Think you fuckin' with me, you off a lace [B] bar. Think you keepin' up, you better have a race car. I ate lamb chops and I ate. I ain't finna fight you, I'ma lightweight. Shoot him in the middle of a lie, guess he died fake. Bitch, what am I? Twelve and a half times eight. Huh, do the math, that's a hunnid, bitch. We'll still walk around with a hunnid clip. You'll have to be a fat guy tryin' to stomach this. KFC kid got a leg or a drum for it. Double or ill, shit is [Gm] just life. What's in my cup like shit is [F] just bright. Scam, swipe, shit the [Eb] jukebox. Rip Kimba, self-scam, hook twice. One-on-one, make a little bitch look at least once. [B] That's fraud shit, I'm a blues bitch, I'm beat to it. What's that beat? Oh, stand back the G-Puzz. Double or triple light, y'all gon' have to team up. Bitch, or I'ma drop a light stick on somethin' new. Been a while since I liked it. Fast car, soft beat, life like Vice City. Cut into the bitch like boom, I don't need type 3. Little bitch toxic, that head got an antidote. I ain't even Catholic, I'll probably scam the Pope. If you ain't my girlfriend, I'll scam you, [Bm] hoe. Who thinks that your bitch nose is gag and choke? Slide, slide. [B] I'm finna go on the stone slide right now. No cap. [Abm] No, I'm playin', I might get indicted. Bad bitch on my last nerve, can't see in the sights. I have a withdrawal, put it on hip or rise. Might look mad, but I swear that the pistol's mine. Stan ain't [Eb] bone, but I swear he got a pole by him. Donnie, [B] fuckin' up New York, I think long-eye. Red beam on this bitch, but it is the wrong time. He finna grab a new whip that has no miser. Yeah, be a hunnid, you don't punch up. Money fallin' out my pocket, I pick up one of them Zaza. You gon' fly high, take a puff-puff. Stay low, be humble, watch how you come up. [Bb] Huh, yeah. 7 [B]-6, two Megazaks with the cookie bus. Bus with the iron cots more than the cookie bus. Little skinny bitch, but I swear [B] that the cookie's mine. _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _