Аккорды к песне ​Young Thug — Droppin Jewels

Рекомендуемый бой: Клубный  
whole song: Gm Dm  
 
[Chorus] 
Show me that I'm done 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
Why  Am I remaining here? 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling 
 
[Verse 1] 
Gm 
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch 
Dm 
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong 
Gm 
I done got big, they record my life through a drone 
Dm 
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone 
 
She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?" 
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong 
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone 
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go 
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him 
You gotta   Go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it 
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it 
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh 
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew 
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy 
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it 
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body 
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body 
His driver named Joe, but he still can't      Do it sloppy 
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body 
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby 
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it 
Now my cars and clothes exotic 
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti 
I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me 
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah 
 
[Chorus] 
Show me that I'm done 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
Why  Am I remaining here? 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling 
 
[Verse 2] 
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce 
TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus 
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see 
I told my bitch I was 'bout to      Go shoot up Trestletree 
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars 
Couple millions to my mama and my pa 
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard 
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar 
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am 
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam 
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps 
I just cause cramps, I don't   Go back and forth with tramps 
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am" 
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam 
I got the sheets wet 
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X 
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah 
It was dark, then I came to the light 
I was poor, now my doors suicide 
I don't know how to make it right, right 
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light 
I don't care about you leavin' me 
I got no time to try to make it right 
I just hope you find another life 
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah) 
 
[Chorus] 
Show me that I'm done 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
Why  Am I remaining here? 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling