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 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 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 glasses 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-