Peanut Butter Jelly Pt. 2

[Intro]
I got 20 on my beat

[Verse]
I wake up, hop on the 'Gram and plot on a new bitch, huh?
Yeah, I need a new bitch, me and Gura need new whips
I'm big slime, these blue bills, get your lil' thot off two pills
I stopped sellin' drop, 'cause crack kills
Tryna blow me a bag in Sacksfield
Tryna hit me a lick and cash out on Fendi
And flood my wrist and buy me a Bentley
Hi-Tec, pour that shit up in the sipply
Three gram woods, I rolled up some sticky
I could sign out, but I'm still in the trenches
My back to the wall, so I gotta go get it
Get a front end, then I flip it
Get you knocked off, I ain't sendin' no disses
We murk a nigga, I 'on't even talk
That .40 on me, you can tell how I walk
He showed me some pints that they bought
Me and Vic got two hoes in a lock
Run in your house, I look for the vault
Quit all that cryin', just take your loss
Up that .40 and watch his ass fall, I really got the stick in the mall
Up the Drac', get to hittin' at y'all
Send a diss, get your kids involved
Pushin' bread, lil' bro get rid of y'all, shoot up a fuck nigga video
Just killed him, ooh, Terrio, dumb ass nigga callin' radio
Cut off some niggas, had to let 'em go
My circle small like a Cheerio
I'm sippin' on lean like I need me a jern
My chop always jump on the motherfuckers first
Shoot with the Drac', this bitch barely jerk
I'm tryna put a nigga on a shirt
I'm done takin' losses, that shit hurt
Tryna slide on my block, it won't work
Leave a nigga on the curb, six feet him, he a part of the Earth
Dead nigga got turned into herb
I never went to school, call me Ferb
And Phineas, won't let her suck my dick if she hideous
Turn a nigga into a ghost like Insidious
.38 burn a nigga like chlamydia
It really ain't shit to get rid of you, Mortal Kombat, how I finish you
Don't play with me, eat your dinner
We got too many straps in the sprinter, huh? Damn