Future - Three lyrics

DY crazy [Intro: Young Thug] Peter Piper picker, 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 b**h 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 mothaf*ckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah) Never lose like my mothaf*ckin' McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah) Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah) Count this money up with gla**es 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- [Verse 2: Future] 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 k**ers 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, n***a, ain't ate Ain't fantasize for all you n***as in yellow tape, yeah 'Cause these n***as, 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 f*ck with or with no cop Check on Google, I'm out my noodle I feed shrimps to all my shooters Ayy my b**h a bad b**h, so I turned her to a recruiter I'm a real a**a**in, quarter M for a back end Shawty got real sa**y 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 n***a, yeah the Feds know I'm the richest n***a came from Lil' Mexico [Chorus: Future] 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