Dirty Shoes (feat. Gunna)

(My **** Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin')

I can't do nothing with that bitch

The way she flockin'

Wrapped a million up

Ain't none of my dogs starving

Rollie-pollie with that TEC-9 or Carbon

Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got 30 new bitches, like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce

And came through Bleveland swerving

I just wiped my dick off

With the Rolls Royce curtains

Ok if ya seen her with me

You know she working

Ok, I just spent a quarter mil on purses

I have never settled for a bitch

That swerves me

Oh yeah, oh

Yeah, Balenciaga, triple S

The first with 'em

My **** call me CVS

I keep the syrup with me

Purple Act', Purple Kush

Purple Percs, ****

I tote Fear of God by the jeans

With the skirts **** (Let's Go!)

I wore Balmain way before you jerk ****

I know Chanel personal work, Celia

I know, I'm the GOAT, I know

All four my pockets got the 'Klump'

I'm Eddie Murphy (Hey!)

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got 30 new bitches, like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce

And came through Bleveland swerving

I just wiped my dick out

With the Rolls Royce curtains

Yeah, I can't do nothing with the bitch

I know she stalking!

Wrapped a million up

Ain't none of my **** starving

Rollie-pollie with that TEC-9 or Carbon

Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in

How the hell my trunk fit whole engine?

Tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million

**** be plotting, the reason I tote a semi

YSL my partners

We back to back in these Bentleys

You **** stealing my drip

I'ma need a percentage

Just got some head from your bitch

I ain't even wanna hit it

Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act'

I feel like a chemist

Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back

That's Slaat business! (Slaat!)

Slime was the first to take me 'cross the border

Walk inside of Saks, and spend a quarter

Ride on the back of your ho, like a spoiler

Y'all gon' wanna on go, in that order

Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora-Bora

Rode the 4-door Porsche

And it had my voice hoarse

Been through 50 states and back

On a world tour

Human Race, I came a long way from Diadoras

I jus 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 me got me too, wait till I arrive

Told me have her too, wait till I arrive, yeah

Oh my God, it's mob ties

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty

I got 30 new bitches, like I'm Curry

Bought the Rolls Royce

And came through Blevland, swerving

I just wiped my dick out

With the Rolls Royce curtains

Yeah, I can't do nothing with the bitch

I know she stalking!

Wrap the million up

Ain't none of my **** starving

Rollie-pollie with that TEC-9 or Carbon

Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in