Three

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 dog's dope came in on the same boat

Whippin' that same dough, 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 down to my knees, yeah, yeah

Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves, yeah, yeah

Trippin' 'em up like I'm refereeing with these gators

Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable

I mix some Act' with some yellow 'Tuss like a Laker

Three shot 'em like a motherfuckin' Pacer

Never lose like I'm motherfuckin' McGregor

Inside, the whips come red like ketchup

Count this money up with glasses like nizz-erd

Codeine laboratory like on Dexter

Bad yellow skin, Philippine

Envious and gin, never win

Chrome heart lens help me sin

Hit 'em in his back, South Central

Made a lotta 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

I got more rings than you got hoes, bro

I bump a beat in my Bentley with the wing, yeah

I let my kids fly private, I'm Supreme, yeah

Real killer, movin' silent, 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 ****, aye, ape

Ain't satisfied till all you **** in yellow tape, hey

Girl, these ****, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the opps

Your boy gave me that 450 Spyder straight from out the block

Had to throw my crack a few times, I don't fuck with her or with no cop

Check on Google, I'm out my noodles

I feed shrimps to all my shooters

Aye, my bitch a bad bitch

So I'll turn her to a recruiter

I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end

Shorty got real sassy, yeah

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 bails as pillows, sleepin' on floors

Original BMG ****, yeah, the feds know

I'm the richest **** came from Lil' Mexico

If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp

Chrome heart so I could see the haters, I can see 'em

Gotta keep ten mil stashed under my hoe bed

And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head