PB&J Lyrics

Peanut butter and jealous

I give ideas then I need my credit swipe swipe

Bad bitch but wearing wig not my type type

I need that real she just dishin out hype hype

Sour taste bro got blinded by limelight

Niggas went left but Ja know I'll be alright

I'll be alright

On seven nigga

Yea

Humbly stepping my tongue be my weapon

One word all it take I'll teach you a lesson

Two words could send you to hell maybe heaven

I travel when bro in state of depression

Why is you snaking must be yo profession

My opps threw a case handicap i can't catch it

Think you a gangsta aggressively texting

Shorty a bone she expect me to fetch it

Ima dog but lion hearted

Fuck wit a whore she gon make you a target

Glock like a blunt demon told me spark it

Oliver I need a Queen back arch it

Followed my Heart lead me right Conscious

Holding me back papa told me be cautious

Fuck that I'm tryna smack an impasta

I'll break ya legs so legs so we never can kick it

Don't want the dick cause she know she gon miss it

He fight ova pussy he was raised by some bitches

Taxin a bitch cause she striking my interest

8thy for 60 this shit here exquisite

Bro got the sight but he don't got the Vision

Pushed to the Edge by a bitch that was Christain

Bitch had me cruising lost sight of the mission

Peanut butter and jealous

I give ideas then I need my credit swipe swipe

Bad bitch but wearing wig not my type type

I need that real she just dishin out hype hype

Sour taste bro got blinded by limelight

Niggas went left but Ja know I'll be alright

I'll be alright

On seven nigga

Yea

Humbly stepping my tongue be my weapon

One word all it take I'll teach you a lesson

Two words could send you to hell maybe heaven

I travel when bro in state of depression

Why is you snaking must be yo profession

My opps threw a case handicap i can't catch it

Think you a gangsta aggressively texting

Shorty a bone she expect me to fetch it