Lyrical Breakdown of Peanut Butter Jelly (feat. T.I., Young Dro & Duke) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Peanut Butter Jelly (feat. T.I., Young Dro & Duke)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Peanut Butter Jelly (feat. T.I., Young Dro & Duke)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Young Thug employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Young Thug's narrative.

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Huh, yeah Bankroll Mafia, huh Hustle Gang, yeah Bankroll Mafia, yeah Money on the exchange, yeah Woah, woah, huh We got London on the track We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly We don't bother jelly, no, daily I got money, check the score, credit Don't do nothin' unless you know that daily Sleep in palace, what you havin'? I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead Bury that cash for the feds Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets Yeah, yeah, 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 ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up) Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up) Run up that check, give a fuck 'bout that shit I guess I'm that jet if I want that lil' bitch They catch me with my strap, I'ma own that lil' bitch I don't answer no question, won't speak with my lawyer Tell your boss I said when my phone call, that's it, sheesh A lot of dope top youngin', I be gettin' paid, yeah Remember me, I been ballin', juggin' out in tenth grade Ridin' 'round in my homeboy Buick with a tool in the unit We come to school, eat lunch, cut school, get back to it Huh, 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 sucka, well, it ain't none here Huh, look, we got artillery for days, we could spray from here Hit your ass to the side of the face somewhere On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere, ayy I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead Bury that cash for the feds Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets Yeah, yeah, 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 ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up) Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up) Big paper If I was hungry, I'd eat a whole lot of this shit paper Sick flavor Got the white doublemint twin with me on Simpson, mint Wraither Swag impeccable, packin' a Heckler Cases of federal, I'm a felon I'm throwin' up, I need medical You regular, terrible, soft, lame, et cetera And I don't want one, bitch, I want a plethora Two hundred bricks in the Regal, pullin' up Etheridge, extended heater Dead fresh, man, I got this shit on On touch chrome and I got this shit on And you will die soon as I say, okay My whip, that strawberry Yoplait I got a chopper on the charger You put a lil' gas in it, that pussy cook for about four days, true And I've been leanin' on Act', all in this Act', all in this Act' And I've been smokin' on gas, all in this gas, all in this gas Uh, pullin' off the lot, no tag on, no tag on, no AK hit everybody in his stomach, pop, pop, back out, okay, true I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead Bury that cash for the feds Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets Yeah, yeah, 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 ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up) Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up) I got that bread, that bitch give me head I fuck her on the sofa, not the bed, hit that lil' ho from the back And I'll take off with your pack and I'm not givin' it back I done lost all my respect, pussy, don't drink no red, we pour Act' Sippin' on lean, it's so crazy I ride off that second, I swear I don't know how to act, no Keep it goin', Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carats, woah My bitch the baddest, but she not your Average ho, she so-so arrogant, woah Her titties calcium, my booty calories And both of 'em squish me, I'm eatin' way salmon I do this shit for my mama, bitch Take off with your pack and keep runnin' I'm not the Birdman, but I'm stunnin' Bitch, I flip that bitch like a omelet I been with you 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 We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly We don't bother jelly, no, daily I got money, check the score, credit Don't do nothin' unless you know that daily Sleep in palace, what you havin'? I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead Bury that cash for the feds Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets Yeah, yeah, 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 ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up) Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up) We got London on the track