Young Thug - Droppin Jewels Chords

[Chorus]
Gm7                 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                                  Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
                   Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
                              Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
                  Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
                     Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling
 
 
[Verse I]
Gm7
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
Dm7
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
Gm7
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
Dm7
I told my b**ch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
Gm7
She like, "How the f**k you ain't never wrote a song?"
Dm7
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
Gm7
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Dm7
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
Gm7
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
Dm7
You gotta go through this sh*t here with your heart, you can't snooze on it
Gm7
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
Dm7
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
Gm7
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew
Dm7
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
             Gm7
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
                  Dm7
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
                          Gm7
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
                   Dm7
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
                            Gm7
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
                      Dm7
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
                          Gm7
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
                          Dm7
Now my cars and clothes exotic
                                                         Dm7           Gm7
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
                                          Gm7
Got this sh*t on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah
 
 
[Chorus]
Gm7                 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                                  Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
                   Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
                              Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
                  Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
                     Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling
 
 
[Verse II]
  Gm7
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
  Dm7
TV in the front of that motherf**ker like a tour bus
   Gm7
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
 Dm7
I told my b**ch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree
  Gm7
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
          Dm7
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
         Gm7
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
          Dm7
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
 Gm7
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
          Dm7
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam
        Gm7
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
         Dm7
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
       Gm7
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
         Dm7
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
           Gm7
I got the sheets wet
                                                       Dm7
Pick that lil' b**ch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X
 
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
 Gm7
It was dark, then I came to the light
 Dm7
I was poor, now my doors suicide
 Gm7
I don't know how to make it right, right
 Dm7
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
 Gm7
I don't care about you leavin' me
   Dm7
I got no time to try to make it right
 Gm7
I just hope you find another life
   Dm7
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)
 
 
[Chorus]
Gm7                 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                                  Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
                   Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
                              Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
                  Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
                     Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
 
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling