Peanut Butter Jelly

[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 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 [Verse 1: T.I.] 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 [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 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 [Verse 2: Young Dro] 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 [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 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 [Verse 3: Lil Duke] 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 [Verse 4: Young Thug] 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 [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 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 [Outro: Skooly] We got London on the track, on the track, on the track, on the track...