Three Lyrics - Future

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 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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