Lil Uzi Vert - Baby Pluto Chords

[Intro]
Am                       G Am
(Welcome to Eternal Atake)
F
(你准备好了吗?)
 
[Chorus]
Am
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
  G                  Am
I bought her a baby one
  Am
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
         G
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (For sure)
Am
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
         G
While makin' my lady cum (Yeah)
F
I bought a G-Wagen, that sh*t was the BRABUS
           G
That's why I be racin' 'em (BRABUS)
Am                                           G
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
Am                                            G
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)
 Am                                            G
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)
 F
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
I got static in my city, who f**kin' with me?
  Am                                              G
Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty
          Am                                      G
Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky
             F
Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky
 
             Am                                         G
She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey
   Am                                         G
Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky
 Am                                                 G
I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky
               F
Yeah, and every time she go to call my phone,
     G
I'm busy, busy (Yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?)
   Am                               G
I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (Brr)
  Am                                 G         Am
I heard it's some niggas that want my bread
  G         F
Oh my God
  F
Y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 Am                                                 G
Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds
 Am                                                       G
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (Hold up)
 Am                                                  G
Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes
 F
Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck
 
 Am
Uzi, it came with a TEC
                   G
The brick, that came with a vet
  F
I can teach you how to flex (Yes)
                 G
The Draco, it came with a vest
   Am
The condo, it came with a pit (Yeah)
                    G
My new b**ch, she came with some neck (Yeah)
 F
Man, these boys ain't believe me
  F                            G
Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (Woah)
 
 Am
Man, these boys ain't believe me
                                G
They thought I believed in the devil like ouija
 F
Man, these boys ain't believe me
                         G                Am
A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (Yeah)
 
 Am
I swear these boys cannot see me
 Am
That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie
  Am
Wake up, Versace my b**ch
  Am
I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine
 
 
[Chorus]
 Am
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
      G
I bought her a baby one
   F
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
                    G
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (Let's go)
  Am
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
          G
While makin' my lady cum (Stay with the baddest)
   Am
I bought a G-Wagen, that sh*t was the BRABUS
           G
That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
 Am                                            G
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)
 
I ain't f**k a b**ch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (No cap)
  Am                                 G
I had to count my money on the ironing board
 F                                             G          Am
I just took that b**ch shoppin', f**ked behind the stores
 
 
[Verse 2]
 Am                                              G
I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (Yeah)
 Am                                                      G
I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (Skrrt, skrrt)
 Am
It sing like my birthday, brand new
                   G
'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (Brand new)
  F
Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
  F                            G
Yeah, I just, yeah, I just know they be watchin' it
 
 Am
All these hoes love me
 Am                                      G
I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me
 Am                                  G
Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me
  Am                                              G
You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 Am
If it's beef, don't partake
  Am
No, I do not eat steak (Yeah)
  Am
All I eat is fish plates
        Am
My diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist be
 Am
Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my b**ch stay
 Am
Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (Yeah)
 Am
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
 Am
I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
 
 
[Chorus]
  Am
I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
       G
I bought her a baby one
  F
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors
       G                     Am
Yeah, that's the Mercedes one
 
 Am
I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage
          G
While makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)
  Am
I bought a G-Wagen, that sh*t was the BRABUS
        G
That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)
 
    Am                                      G
Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)
   F                                               G
I ain't f**k a b**ch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Woah)
 Am                                  G
I had to count my money on the ironing board (Yeah)
  F                                          G            Am
I just took that b**ch shoppin', f**ked behind the stores (Store)
 
 
[Outro]
 Am           G            F
f**ked behind the stores
 F                                               G             Am
You know that I gotta keep it real, f**ked behind the stores (Sure)
 Am                                              G          Am
You know that I gotta keep it real, f**ked behind the stores
 Am                                    G
Yeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the store
 Am                                                              G
Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill before
 F
You act like you tough like your homie ain't ever get killed before
 
What the...
 
Yo, what the f**k was that?