Droppin Jewels chords by Young Thug

On the 15th of October 2021, the track was released. The track was written by Turbo, Pro Logic, K-Notes & Young Thug.

Track Info

• Song: Droppin Jewels
• Artist: Young Thug
• Produced by Ghetto Guitar, K-Notes, Pro Logic & Turbo
• Album: Punk
• Released Date: 15 October 2021

Chords Info

• Tuning: Standard(E A D G B E)
• Key: Dm
• Chords: Gm7, Dm7
• BPM: 78
• Suggested Strumming:
• D= Down Stroke, U = Upstroke, N.C= No Chord

[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 s*it to the ceiling
 
 
[Verse]

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*ck 

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 n**ga 

I'ma drop the jewels on him

Dm7
You gotta go through this 

s*it 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 c*ck it
                
I told my son if 
 Dm7
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
                                      
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me 
                   Dm7           Gm7
right now, you can call me Shotti
 
I been droppin' all my vic's and 

now the FBI won't stop me
                             
Got this s*it on fire like a 
             Gm7
Taki, n**ga, 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 s*it to the ceiling
 
 
[Verse]

  Gm7
Yeah, they complimentin' 

my new Rolls-Royce

  Dm7
TV in the front of that 

motherf*cker 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 n**gas 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 p*rn 

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
                              
Pick that lil' b**ch up, then 
                         Dm7
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 s*it to the ceiling