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
hoes show me love when i'm inside the club
man that boy cockin' loot
i paid for the pussy man but it ain't somethin' that i often do
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
i'm allergic to broke niggas
and even if i'm playin' ball
the cheapest thing i got on is 450
rappers try to befriend a nigga
my outfit from the grammys might kill you nigga
chef cook crab legs with a dom perignon nigga
giuseppes zanottis on your motherfuckin' lawn nigga
roll it on your old homie
she need a fuckin' alarm on it
club toxic with the zero print
30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick
couple bougie bitches from the west coast
in my white on white giuseppes
jump out with them 'seppes on lookin' like space boots
rollie watch nigga lookin' antique
just counted out another million
i see that grill on the two door lookin' barracuda
you know that barrel on the desert eagle lookin' like a tuba
flexin' like i'm lex luger
chop the rocks with the razor and my hand
i'm a fool with the but my fork game viscous
i'm a clyde christian ass nigga
you keep my name in your mouth
always bitchin' ass nigga
swear the roof on this motherfucker lookin' like a scarlet
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
two bricks on my feet nigga
makin' money while i sleep nigga
cop the and cop the stylin'
my air force 1's you couldn't walk a mile in 'em