Dirty Shoes lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, slime
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty, yeah
Yeah
(My n*gga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can't do nothin' with that b*tch the way she flodgin' (Woo, I can't do nothin')
Ranned a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' (Yeah, yeah, ain't none of them starvin')
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9 or carbon (Woo, TEC-9 or carbon)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois, yeah (Huh?)
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty, yeah)
I got thirty new b*tches like I'm Curry (Like I'm Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swervin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just wiped my di*k off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let's go, hey)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin' (She workin')
Okay, I just spent a quarter mill' on purses (With them racks, b*tch)
I have never settled for a b*tch that swerved me (Uh-uh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the fur's with 'em (Yeah)
My n*ggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me (Act')
Purple Act', purple kush, purple Percs, n*gga (Percs)
I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, n*gga (Let's go)
I wore Balmain way before you j*rked, n*gga (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)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty, yeah)
I got thirty new b*tches like I'm Curry (Like I'm Curry Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swervin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just wiped my di*k off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let's go, hey)
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the b*tch, you know she stalkin' (I can't do that, yeah)
Ranned a million up, ain't none of my n*ggas starvin' (Yeah, yeah, ain't none of 'em starvin')
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9 or carbon (Woo, TEC-9 or carbon, yeah)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in' (Couple)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
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)
n*ggas be plottin', the reason I tote a semi (Tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys (Yeah, YSL)
You n*ggas keep stealin' my drip, I'ma need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some head from your b*tch, 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)
[Bridge: Young Thug]
I just made one of my b*tches take my other b*tch some paper out in LA
Yeah, I just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in LA
Told 'em they can have a two-way 'til I arrive
Told them have a two-way 'til I arrive, yeah (Yeah, to the sky, yeah)
All my guys mob-tied (Hey)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty (They look dirty, yeah)
I got thirty new b*tches like I'm Curry (Like I'm Curry)
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swervin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just wiped my di*k off with the Rolls-Royce curtains (Let's go, hey)
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the b*tch, you know she stalkin' (I can't do that, yeah)
Ranned a million up, ain't none of my n*ggas starvin' (Yeah, yeah, ain't none of 'em starvin')
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9 or carbon (Woo, TEC-9 or carbon, yeah)
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in'