Dirty Shoes (feat. Gunna) (Explicit)

Dirty Shoes (Explicit) - Young Thug/Young Stoner Life/Gunna

Yeah yeah slime

Gucci rag for my shoes they look dirty

Gucci rag for my stack they look dirty yeah

Yeah

My n***a wheezy you know what I'm sayin'

I can't do nothin' with that ***** the way she flodgin'

Woo I can't do nothin'

Wrapped a million up ain't none of my dogs starvin'

Of them starvin'

Rolly polly with that tec 9 the carbon

Tec 9 the carbon

Couple hoes they ménage à trois

Gucci rag for my shoes they look dirty

They look dirty

I got thirty new ******* like I'm curry

Curry

Bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the rolls royce curtains

Let's go

Okay if you seen her with me you know she workin'

She workin'

Okay I just spent a quarter mil' on purses

With them racks *****

I have never settled for a ***** that swerves me

Uh uh yeah

Oh yeah oh

Yeah balenciaga triple S

The fur's with 'em yeah

My n***as call me CVS

I keep the syrup with me act

Purple act purple kush

Purple percs n***a percs

I tote fear of God by the

Jeans with the skirts n***a

Let's go

I was badmon way before you jerked n***a sheesh

I know chanel personal work cellular

I know I'm the goat I know

All four of my pockets got the klumps

I'm eddie murphy hey

Gucci rag for my shoes

They look dirty they look dirty

I got thirty new ******* like I'm curry

Curry

Bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the

Rolls royce curtains

Let's go

Yeah I can't do nothin' with the ***** just know she stalkin'

Wrapped a million up ain't none of my n***as starvin'

None of 'em starvin'

Rolly polly with that tec 9 the carbon

Tec 9 the carbon yeah

Couple hoes they ménage à trois in' couple

How the hell my trunk fit a whole engine

Whole engine

Tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million

Whole million

N***as be plottin' the reason I tote a semi

Tote a semi

YSL my partners we back to back in these bentleys

YSL

N***as keep stealin' my drip I'ma need a percentage

I'ma need a percentage

Just got some head from your

***** I ain't even wanna hit it

I ain't even wanna hit it

Mix hi tech red with this act

I feel like like a chemist

Feel like a chemist

Pop a jaw to your dome bring it back yeah slatt business

Slatt

Slime was the first to take me 'cross the border

'Cross the border

Walked inside of saks and spent a quarter

Spent a quarter

Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler

I'm a spoiler

Young gunwunna a goat in that order

In that order

Me and booka loc 'bout to go to bora bora bora bora

Rode the four door porsche

And it had my voice hoarse

Voice hoarse

Went to fifty states and back on a world tour world tour

Human races I came a long way

From diadoras diadoras

I just made one of my *******

Take my other ***** some paper out in LA

Yeah I just made one of my

Girls take my other girl some paper out in LA

Told them they have a two way 'til I arrive

Told them they have a two way 'til I arrive yeah

Yeah to the sky yeah

All my guys mob tied hey

Gucci rag for my shoes they look dirty

They look dirty

I got thirty new ******* like I'm curry

Bought the rolls royce and came through bleveland swerving

I just wiped my **** off with the rolls royce curtains

Let's go

Yeah I can't do nothin' with the ***** just know she stalkin'

Wrapped a million up ain't none of my n***as starvin'

None of them starvin'

Rolly polly with that tec 9 the carbon

Tec 9 the carbon

Couple hoes they ménage à trois in'