Peanut Butter Jelly lyrics
by T.I.
[Intro: Skooly]
We got London on the track
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in palace, watch it happen
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no n*gga
I don't give no f*ck bout no n*gga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these b*tches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherf*ckin' vomit
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Run up that check, give a f*ck bout that sh*t
I guess I go to jail if I want that lil b*tch
They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil b*tch
I don't answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer
Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that's it
A lot of n*gga sh*t, talkin' you don't ever get paid
Remember me, I've been bout it, dealin' out the 10th grade
Ridin' round in my homeboy Buick
With a tool in the unit
We'd go to school, eat lunch
Cut school, get back to it, n*gga
Listen n*gga, this the Bankroll Mob
If you can't go hard then you can't come here
Let me make somethin' clear
If you lookin' for a sucker well it ain't none here
Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here
Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere
On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no n*gga
I don't give no f*ck bout no n*gga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these b*tches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherf*ckin' vomit
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Okay, big paper
If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then sh*t paper
Sick flavor, got the white double mint twin
With me on Simpson, mint Wraither
Swag impeccable, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal
I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical
Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera
And I don't want one ho n*gga, I wanna a plethora
Twenty bricks in the regal
Pullin' up, Ethel Ridge, extended heater
Death threat, I got this sh*t on
I'm untouchable man I got this sh*t on
n*gga you die soon as I say okay
My whip? That's strawberry Yoplait
I got a chopper on the charger
You put a little gas in it, that motherf*cker blow about 4 days
n*ggas broke
And I've been leanin' on Ac' all in this b*tch
And I've been smokin' on gas all in this b*tch
Pullin' up at the light no tag on my sh*t
AK hit everybody in the stomach, pus*y n*gga sh*t
Bag all day
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no n*gga
I don't give no f*ck bout no n*gga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these b*tches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherf*ckin' vomit
[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
I got the bread
Ya'll b*tch'll give me the head
f*ck her on the sofa, not the bed
Hit that lil b*tch from the back
And I take out with your pack
And I'm not givin' it back
I done lost all my respect
Don't drink no red, we pour Act
Sippin' on lean, it's so crazy
I ride out that second, I swear I don't know how to act, no
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carrots
My b*tch the baddest, but she not your average
She so, so arrogant, woah
Her titties calcium, me booty calories
And both of 'em squish me, God damn we sandwiches
I do this sh*t for my momma
Take off with your pack and keep runnin'
I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin'
I flip that b*tch like a omelet
I've been with ya from the start
I did that sh*t from my heart
I'm so so so sorry I hurt you
And I see the scar but you know I'm retarded
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in palace, watch it happen
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no n*gga
I don't give no f*ck bout no n*gga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these b*tches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherf*ckin' vomit
[Outro: Skooly]
We got London on the track, on the track, on the track, on the track...