Young Thug, Young Stoner Life, Gunna — Dirty Shoes

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Yeah, yeah, slime
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci rag for my [?], they look dirty, yeah
Yeah
(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Jeffery

I can’t do nothin’ with that bitch the way she flodgin’ (Woo, I can’t do nothin’)
Wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my dogs starvin’ (Yeah, yeah, ain’t none of them starvin’)
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon (Woo, TEC-9, the carbon)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois me (Huh?)
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty)
I got thirty new bitches like I’m Curry (Yeah, like I’m Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let’s go, hey)

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, bitch)
I have never settled for a bitch that swerves me (Uh-uh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the fur’s with ’em (Yeah)
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me (Act’)
Purple Act’, purple kush, purple Percs, nigga (Percs)
I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, nigga (Let’s go)
I was badmon way before you jerked, nigga (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 bitches like I’m Curry (Yeah, like I’m Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let’s go, hey)
Yeah, I can’t do nothin’ with the bitch, just know she stalkin’ (I can’t do that, yeah)
Wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my niggas starvin’ (Yeah, yeah, ain’t none of ’em starvin’)
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon (Woo, TEC-9, the carbon, yeah)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in’ (Couple)

How the hell my trunk fit a whole engine? (Fit a whole engine)
I’m tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (A whole million)
Niggas be plottin’, the reason I tote a semi (Tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys (Yeah, YSL)
You niggas keep stealin’ my drip, I’ma need a percentage (I’ma need a percentage)
Just got some head from your bitch, 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 (Yeah, feel like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah, slatt business (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Slime was the first to take me ‘cross the border (‘Cross the border, on God)
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 bitches take my other bitch 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 bitches like I’m Curry (Yeah, like I’m Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let’s go, hey)
Yeah, I can’t do nothin’ with the bitch, just know she stalkin’ (Woo, I can’t do that, yeah)
Wrapped a million up, ain’t none of my niggas starvin’ (Yeah, yeah, ain’t none of them starvin’)
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon (Woo, TEC-9, the carbon)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in’