Three Chords by Young Thug Future

[Start]

[Chorus]
Fm         
■  Dy crazy
Fm                                 
Peter Piper picker I never kept her
                                 Fm 
Peter Piper pepper we never kept 'em
           Fm                                       
Yeah I got more bracelets on than you got chains bro
          Fm                                  
Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat
         Fm                                                
Whippin' the same dope I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
              Fm                               
Right out the ghetto too rap for the letto yeah
Fm                                            
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe yeah
Fm                                 
Ten real murders from my Migos yeah
Fm                                 
Rock the Cuban link top of my knees
        Fm                     
Ostrich seats bite your sleeves
Fm                                              
Trippin' I'm like a referee up with these gators
                                     Fm   
Trip on my spot it was no more basic cable
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I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker
                                   Db   
Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer
                                Db      
Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor
                               Db      
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp
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Count this money up with glasses like a mixer
                            Db    
Codeine laboratory like I'm Dexter


[Verse]
                Fm        
Bad yellow skin Philippine
                      Fm 
Envious and gin never win
                         Fm 
Chrome hard lens help me sin
                          Fm     
Hit him in his back South Central
                             Fm     
Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
                             Fm   
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
                             Fm     
I prefer the shrimp tired of chicken
Fm                     
Ever saw me limp That's


[Chorus]
      Fm                              
I got more rings than you got hoes bro
         Fm                                 
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings yeah
         Fm                               
I let my kids fly private I'm Supreme yeah
     Fm                                               
Real killers move in silent take that clean batch yeah
           Fm                    
I want the one with the real hair
            Fm                
I'm out the jungle a real bear
      Fm                    
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
             Fm         
I'm out that zoo zoo zoo
      Fm                         
I'm a gorilla ape nigga ain't ate
      Fm                                                
Ain't fantasize until all you niggas in yellow tape yeah


[Bridge]
       Bbm                                                          
'cause these niggas they ain't loyal they been chillin' with the ops
        Bbm                                                                   
Doe Boy came in that four hundred and fifty Spyder straight from off the block
       Fm                                                      
Had to throw my crack a few times don't fuck around with no cop
         Fm                      
Check on Google I'm out my noodle
       Fm                        
I feed shrimps to all my shooters


[Chorus]
    Fm                                                 
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch so I turned her to a recruiter
    Fm                                      
I'm a real assassin quarter M for a back end
       Fm                                       
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
     Fm                                             
If I bust it down today she'll never go back average
        Fm                                         
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
        Fm                                           
Used to use these belts as pillows sleepin' on floors
         Fm                          
Original BMG nigga yeah the Feds know
        Fm                                 
I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico
                                          Fm  
If you ever catch me limpin' 'cause I'm a pimp
                                           Fm 
Chrome helps me see the haters I can't see 'em
      Fm                                      
Gotta keep ten mil' stashed under my hoe's bed
      Fm                                  
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head


[Outro]