Future, Young Thug - Three lyrics

DY Krazy
Peter Piper pepper, 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 Leto
Yeah
Caught my first body out a Bentley coupe
Yeah ten real murders from my migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link down to my knees, yeah
Yeah
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves, yeah, yeah
Trippin' 'em up like I'm
Refereein' with these gators (yeah)
Triple 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 motherfuckin' Pacer
(Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like I'm motherfuckin' McGregor
(yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp
(yeah) count this money up with
Glasses like a niz-zerd (yeah)
Codeine laboratory like I'm Dexter
Bad yellow skin, Filipin'
Envious and gin, never win
Chrome Heart lens, help me see 'em
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
Ready to smoke the pimp 'bout my winnin'
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 wing, yeah
I let my kids fly private, I'm supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silence
Takin' that clean batch
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, I ain't ate
I ain't satisfied 'til all you
Niggas in yellow tape, yeah
'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal
They been chillin' with the opps
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder
Straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times
Don't fuck 'round with no cop
Checked on Google, I'm out my noodles
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 backend
Shawty got real sassy when I
Gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she
Never gon' go back average so much Chanel
I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these bales 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 Hearts help me see the haters
I can see 'em
Gotta keep ten mil' stashed under my ho bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head