T.I., Lil Duke, Young Dro, Young Thug - Peanut Butter Jelly lyrics

We got London on the track

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

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 nigga
I don't give no fuck bout
No nigga, I promise, i promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
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 motherfuckin' vomit

Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit
I guess I go to jail if I want that lil bitch
They kept me with my strap on my own
That lil bitch 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 nigga shit
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, nigga
Listen nigga, 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

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 nigga
I don't give no fuck bout
No nigga, I promise, i promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
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 motherfuckin' vomit

Okay, big paper if I'm hungry
I eat 100 dollars then shit 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 nigga
I wanna a plethora
Twenty bricks in the regal
Pullin' up, Ethel Ridge, extended heater
Death threat, I got this shit on
I'm untouchable man I got this shit on
Nigga 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 motherfucker blow about 4 days
Niggas broke and I've been leanin' on Ac'
All in this bitch
And I've been smokin' on gas
All in this bitch
Pullin' up at the light no tag on my shit
AK hit everybody in the stomach
Pussy nigga shit bag all day

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 nigga
I don't give no fuck bout
No nigga, I promise, i promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
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 motherfuckin' vomit

I got the bread
Ya'll bitch'll give me the head
Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed
Hit that lil bitch 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

Keep it goin' Energizer bunny
I'm so-so with these carrots
My bitch 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 shit for my momma
Take off with your pack and keep runnin'
I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin'
I flip that bitch like a omelet
I've been with ya from the start
I did that shit from my heart
I'm so so so sorry I hurt you
And I see the scar but you know I'm retarded

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

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 nigga
I don't give no fuck bout
No nigga, I promise, i promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
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 motherfuckin' vomit

We got London on the track, on
The track, on the track, on the track