Giuseppe - Yo Gotti

You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Bitch you couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

I’m wearin' designer clothes

Takin' designer drugs

Hoes show me love

When I’m inside the club, okay

KTZ jogging suit

Man that boy cockin' loot

I paid for the pussy man

But it ain’t somethin' that I often do, yeah

Treat her like a prostitute

Purse with the matchin' boots

I hit her in the driveway

Like it’s a mansion in the fuckin' coupe, yeah

All we do is go get it

I’m allergic to broke niggas (achoo, achoo)

And even if I’m playin' ball

The cheapest thing I got on 450

Rappers try to befriend a nigga

On skinny ass ties, wearin' skinny ass tie

My outfit from the Grammys might kill you nigga

Chef cook crab legs with the Dom Pérignon nigga

I’m a fuckin' don nigga, put a fuckin' target on him

Giuseppes Zanottis on your motherfuckin' lawn nigga

Steppin' on your sofa, roll it on my arm homie

Ass so big, she need a fuckin' alarm on it

You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Bitch you couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

I’m wearin' designer clothes

Takin' designer drugs

Hoes show me love

When I’m inside the club, okay

Club toxic with the zero print

Gold on the tip, pay your fuckin' rent

She only rock heels, she a bad bitch

30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick

Money don’t talk, it just look good

Put me in a suit and tie, still I look hood

Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes

Couple bougie bitches from the west coast

In my white on white Giuseppes

Nigga I’m fresh to death, can’t help it

Memphis my hood, I reppin'

Love ratchet bitches, I love it, can’t help it

Black and yellow Lambo, Oreo space coupe

Jump out with them 'seppes on lookin' like space boots

Cartier Rollie watch, nigga lookin' antique

Just counted out another million, that’s a cool week

You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Bitch you couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

I’m wearin' designer clothes

Takin' designer drugs

Hoes show me love

When I’m inside the club, okay

I see that grill on the two door lookin' barracuda

You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle lookin' like a tuba

Five or six Rollies, flexin' like I’m Lex Luger

Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand Freddie Kruger

I’m a fool with the hanger but my fork game viscous

Lil man bitch, keep the extras, Merry Christmas

I’m a Balenciaga wearin', Clive Christian ass nigga

You keep my name in your mouth, always bitchin' ass nigga

Swear the roof on the motherfucker looking like astrology

Is that a half a million dollar car?

Shit it gotta be

These niggas is your enemies, that’s just my philosophy

And all these swagger jackin' niggas owe you an apology

Icy white, two bricks on my feet nigga

Avion be on makin' money while I sleep nigga

Cop the mid, cop the low, just to style on 'em

My Air Forces, nigga, you couldn’t walk a mile in 'em

You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Bitch you couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes

Walk in my Giuseppe shoes

I’m wearin' designer clothes

Takin' designer drugs

Hoes show me love

When I’m inside the club, okay