Three Future & Young Thug

[Intro: Young Thug]
DY Krazy
Peter Piper pepper, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
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-