Peanut Butter

Lyrics

[Intro] (I'm so proud of you, Cassie) [Verse 1: PFB Da Packman] Bitch, it's Gucci on this hoodie, this not your regular mall sweater, huh If I can't fuck the bitch, then I let my dog get her This not mid, we servin' zaza in the trap, it's all pressure My uncle Errel and you Willie, bitch, you a dog catcher I can't pick my favorite ho, they so unique, they all special Man, them pussies ain't no threat, I can't see 'em, small letters My brother slapped you with his gun, I apologize, dog extra Now you tried to get some get-backs, turned your friends to paw barrels Cut my favorite lil' ho off, that bitch was bad, ain't had no valuе Got a suppressor on the blick when this bitch shootin' lowеr volumes Nigga ran off with that sack, but when I catch him, we gon' follow (Okay) 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, Quagen mixed with Fanta, baby girl, that's my prescription Twenty minutes, ten positions, you had a condom when you hit it? Nah [Verse 2: Cootie] Uh, first I had a vision, uh, turned that shit to millions, uh Two hundred plus sixty Ps inside this missin' bitch's truck Bitch, this ain't no Reggie, we got zaza packs for twenty-one On the road from show to show, we strapped up with 'bout twenty guns Please don't hit the brakes for 12, bro, we gon' see how fast they run I'm rollin' up, out the mode, but 'Scotti ain't fuckin' with my lungs Grew up playin' cops and robbers, I was the one pointin' the gun With my bro, we B.O.S., you know it ain't no one-on-one T.T., do you miss me, uh, Wocky got me feelin' numb Past the stick to no face, now he's tryna lie for mekin' somethin' Just ran through a honey bun in blue shoes and nothin' but my thumb Flawless diamonds strikin' on my neck, look like a thunderstorm, bitch