Baby Pluto chords by Lil Uzi Vert

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)



Intro:
Am                       G Am
(Welcome to Eternal Atake)
F
(???????)

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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 bitch, 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 bitch
  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 shit 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 fuck a bitch 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 bitch shoppin', fucked 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 bitch 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 shit 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 fuck a bitch 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 bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (Store)


Outro:
 Am           G            F
Fucked behind the stores
 F                                               G             Am
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (Sure)
 Am                                              G          Am
You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked 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

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