Peanut Butter ft. Bfb Da Packman Lyrics

I'm so proud of you, Cassie

Bitch, it's Gucci on this hoodie, that's not your regular mall sweater

Huh, if I can't fuck the bitch, then I let my dog get her

It's not me, we servin' Zaza in the trap, it's all pressure

My uncle Error and you Willie, bitch, you a dog catcher

I can't pick my favorite hoe, they so unique, they all special

Man, them pussies ain't no threat, I can't see them small letters

My brother slapped you with his gun, I apologize, dog action

Now you tried to get some gig bags, turned your friends to paw barrels

Cut my favorite lil' hoe off, that bitch was bad, they had no value

Got a suppressor on the blip when this bitch shootin' lower volumes

Nigga ran off with that sack, but when I catch him, we gon' follow

Nigga tall, but he a bitch, I nicknamed him Craig the Stallion

Uh, first I had a vision, uh, turned this to a business, uh

T.T., do you love me, cause you got me in my feelings, uh

Uh, wagon mixed with Fanta, baby girl, that's my prescription

20 minutes, 10 positions, you had a condom when you hit it, no

Uh, first I had a vision, uh, turned this shit to millions, uh

200 plus 60 Ps inside this missin' bitch's truck

Bitch, this ain't no Reggie, we got Zaza packed for 21

On the road from show to show, we scrapped up with about 20 guns

Please don't hit the brakes for 12, bro, we gon' see how fast they run

I'm rollin' up out the mo' but Scott ain't fuckin' with my lungs

Grew up playin' cops and robbers, I ain't playin' with no cops

I'm rollin' up out the mo' but Scott ain't fuckin' with my lungs

Grew up playin' cops and robbers, I was the one frontin' the gun

With my bro, we B.O.S., you know it ain't no 101

T.T., do you miss me, uh, walkie got me feelin' numb

Past a stick to no fake, now he's tryna lie for merch or somethin'

Jet ran through a hunnid bun and blue shoes and nothin' but my thumb

Flawless diamonds strikin' on my neck, look like a thunderstorm, bitch

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