PB&J ft. Timmy2Checks Lyrics

Best of the times in relations to rhymes

It's big partna with the guala getting face from ya dime

Puffin proper while she swallow, then I'm breaking her spine

Send her home to you, I don't intend on making her mines

I don't talk to no pigs & I don't eat no swine

I just kick it & kick flows out south with 9

Five I'm in my prime, jive if you say I'm lying

I'm like Shaq to rap if we talking Shaq in his prime

I paint a pic with the rhymes, Barry Basquiat

Raised by the niggas with attitude & ladi dots

Baduizm, a lil Screw, and what you got?

That young boy Dré, 100% hip hop

& you know it don't stop baby & it won't quit

Mantra on the beat, & ya know that we don't miss

Greatest combination since peanut butter with jam & bread

He make ya work ya neck & I buss ya head

Jon Jones on the microphone , I get paid to kick it

& spit the kinda rhymes that make the rappers wanna mimic

Lazarus lines, immortalized through all my lyrics

Before my time, & beyond gifted with linguistics

The language is my art

The Sipp is my home

The mic is my crown

The stage is my thrown

A.I. I'm repping till they put a hollow through my dome

But never lacking, forever packing a lil piece of the chrome

Bang! At enemies trynna end the D

Prolly cause they lady think I'm handsome, and she into me

She wanna fly with the guy, baby ven aqui

Catch a couple planes with the mane, sip some Hennessy

Maybe it's my energy

Dope like $10 a g

$15 for Zaza, baby calling me papa

She say she wanna vibe & have the time of the life

Got it handled, life is a gamble, come & Roll with the Dys