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 dont have a break, Im keepin bread
Im gettin fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that caps for the feds
That aint your ho, dont tell all the secrets
I dont give no damn bout no nigga
I dont 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 Im 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 dont answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer
Tell your boss I said where my phone call, thats it
A lot of nigga shit, talkin you dont ever get paid
Remember me, Ive been bout it, dealin out the 10th grade
Ridin round in my homeboy Buick
With a tool in the unit
Wed go to school, eat lunch
Cut school, get back to it, nigga
Listen nigga, this the Bankroll Mob
If you cant go hard then you cant come here
Let me make somethin clear
If you lookin for a sucker well it aint 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 dont have a break, Im keepin bread
Im gettin fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that caps for the feds
That aint your ho, dont tell all the secrets
I dont give no damn bout no nigga
I dont 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 Im comin, I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin vomit
Okay, big paper
If Im 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
Im a felon, dont throw it off, I need medical
Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera
And I dont 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
Im untouchable man I got this shit on
Nigga you die soon as I say okay
My whip? Thats 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 Ive been leanin on Ac all in this bitch
And Ive 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 dont have a break, Im keepin bread
Im gettin fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that caps for the feds
That aint your ho, dont tell all the secrets
I dont give no damn bout no nigga
I dont 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 Im comin, I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin vomit
I got the bread
Yall bitchll 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 Im not givin it back
I done lost all my respect
Dont drink no red, we pour Act
Sippin on lean, its so crazy
I ride out that second, I swear I dont know how to act, no
Keep it goin Energizer bunny, Im 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
Im not the Birdman but Im stunnin
I flip that bitch like a omelet
Ive been with ya from the start
I did that shit from my heart
Im so so so sorry I hurt you
And I see the scar but you know Im 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 dont have a break, Im keepin bread
Im gettin fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that caps for the feds
That aint your ho, dont tell all the secrets
I dont give no damn bout no nigga
I dont 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 Im 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...