Dirty Shoes Young Stoner Life & Young Thug (Ft. Gunna)

[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 nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Jeffery

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can't do nothin' with that bitch 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 bitches 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 dick 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, bitch)
I have never settled for a bitch that swerved 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 wore Balmain 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)