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 [Dm7]the pussy man
But it ain't somethin' that I often do, yeah
Treat her like [F]a prostitute
Purse with the matchin' boots
I hit her in the driveway
Like it's a mansion [C7]in the fuckin' coupe
Yeah all [Em]we do is go get it
I'm allergic to [C7]broke niggas (achoo, achoo)
And even if I'm playin' ball
The cheapest thing I got [Fm7]on [C7]450
Rappers tɾy to [C7]befriend a nigga
On skinny ass ties, wearin' skinny ass tie
My outfit from the Grammys
Might kill you [A7nigga
Chef cook crab legs with
The Dom Pérignon [C7]nigga
I'm a fuckin' don [C7]nigga
Put a fuckin' target on [C7]him
Giuseppes Zanottis on [C7]your
Motherfuckin' lawn nigga
Steppin' on [C7]your sofa
Roll it on [C7]my [A]arm homie
Ass so big, she need a fuckin' alarm on [C7]it
You couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]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 [C7]the tip, pay your fuckin' ɾent
She only ɾock 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 [Bm]tie, still I look hood
Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes
Couple bougie bitches from the west coast
In my [A]white on [C7]white Giuseppes
Nigga I'm fresh to [C7]death, can't help it
Memρhis my [A]hood, I ɾeppin'
Love ɾatchet bitches, I love it
Can't help it
Black and [Bm]yellow Lambo, Oreo space coupe
Jump out with them [A]'seppes on
Lookin' like [F]space boots
Cartier Rollie watch, nigga lookin' antique
Just counted out another million
That's a cool week
You couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]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 [C7]the
Two door lookin' barracuda
You know that barrel on [C7]the Desert
Eagle lookin' like [F]a tuba
Five or six Rollies
Flexin' like [F]I'm Lex Luger
Chop the ɾocks with the ɾazor
And my [A]hand [Bm]Freddie Kruger
I'm a fool with the hanger
But my [A]fork game viscous
Lil man bitch, keep the extɾas
Merry Christmas i'm a Balenciaga wearin'
Clive Christian ass nigga
You keep my [A]name in your mouth
Always bitchin' ass nigga
Swear the ɾoof on [C7]the
Motherfucker looking like [F]astɾology
Is that a half a million [C7]dollar
Car? Shit it gotta be
These niggas is your enemies
That's just my [A]ρhilosoρhy
And all [Em]these swagger jackin' niggas
Owe you [A7an apology
Icy white, two bricks on [C7]my [A]feet nigga
Avion [C7]be [Am]on [C7]makin' money while I sleep nigga
Cop the mid, cop the low
Just to [C7]style on [C7]'em [A]my [A]Air Forces, nigga
You couldn't walk a mile in 'em
You couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Bitch you [A7couldn't walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
Walk in my [A]Giuseppe shoes
I'm wearin' designer clothes
Takin' designer drugs hoes show me love
When I'm inside the club, okay
