Droppin Jewels chords by Young Thug

Chords with lyrics

Chorus:
Gm7Gm7         Dm7Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                 Gm7Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
          Dm7Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
               Gm7Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition


         Dm7Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
           Gm7Gm7
Why am I remaining here?

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling

Verse I:
Gm7Gm7
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
Dm7Dm7
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
Gm7Gm7
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
Dm7Dm7
I told my bitch to stay behind me
I'm in my zone
Gm7Gm7
She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song "
Dm7Dm7
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
Gm7Gm7
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Dm7Dm7
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
Gm7Gm7
Yeah
I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
Dm7Dm7
You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it
Gm7Gm7
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
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I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
Gm7Gm7
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew
Dm7Dm7
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
       Gm7Gm7
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
         Dm7Dm7
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
             Gm7Gm7
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
          Dm7Dm7
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
              Gm7Gm7
I just hopped up out that Ghost
I been drivin' a dead body
           Dm7Dm7
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
             Gm7Gm7
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
             Dm7Dm7
Now my cars and clothes exotic
                             Dm7Dm7      Gm7Gm7
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
                     Gm7Gm7
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah

Chorus:
Gm7Gm7         Dm7Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                 Gm7Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
          Dm7Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
               Gm7Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
         Dm7Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
           Gm7Gm7
Why am I remaining here?

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling


Verse II:
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Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
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TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
  Gm7Gm7
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
 Dm7Dm7
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree
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Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
     Dm7Dm7
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
     Gm7Gm7
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
     Dm7Dm7
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
 Gm7Gm7
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
     Dm7Dm7
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam
    Gm7Gm7
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
     Dm7Dm7
I just cause cramps
I don't go back and forth with tramps
    Gm7Gm7
Baby, we stamped, just for that
I'ma call you "Ma'am"
     Dm7Dm7
Got the T-Rex
I just gave my daddy the Cam
      Gm7Gm7
I got the sheets wet
                            Dm7Dm7
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X

Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
 Gm7Gm7
It was dark, then I came to the light
 Dm7Dm7
I was poor, now my doors suicide
 Gm7Gm7
I don't know how to make it right, right
 Dm7Dm7
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
 Gm7Gm7
I don't care about you leavin' me
  Dm7Dm7
I got no time to try to make it right
 Gm7Gm7
I just hope you find another life
  Dm7Dm7
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)


Chorus:
Gm7Gm7         Dm7Dm7
Show me that I'm done
                 Gm7Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
          Dm7Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
               Gm7Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
         Dm7Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
           Gm7Gm7
Why am I remaining here?

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling