Three - Future, Young Thug

Peter Piper picker, I never kept her

Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em

Yeah

I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro

Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat

Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke

Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah

Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah

Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah

Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)

Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)

Trippin', I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)

Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)

I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)

Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)

Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya heard?

(Yeah)

Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)

Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)

Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)

Bad yellow skin, Philippine

Envious and gin never win

Chrome, hard lens, help me sin

Hit him in his back, South Central

Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin'

Ready to smoke the pen by my women

I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken

Ever saw me limp?

That’s-

I got more rings than you got hoes, bro

I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah

I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah

Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah

I want the one with the real hair

I’m out the jungle, a real bear

Put a chinchilla on anywhere

I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo

I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate

Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah

'Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin' with the ops

Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block

Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t fuck with or with no cop

Check on Google, I’m out my noodle

I feed shrimps to all my shooters

Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter

I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end

Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek

If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average

So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store

Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin' on floors

Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know

I’m the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico

If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I’m a pimp

Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see 'em

Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe’s bed

And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head