PB&CO lyrics

Okay

Aye
Aye

And It's PB on no stylist
f*ck this b*tch cause she got mileage
You ain't bout that why you tryin ?
Say he got it that n*gga lying

I was broke I still had pearls on my neck

n*ggas acting so first
So I gotta keep a tech
n*gga talking sh*t that might f*ck around get you wet up
n*ggas talking sh*t ima leave him on a stretcher
1,000 dollar shoes
Peep my soles they be ketchup
You might waste your whole life whole life tryna catch up
Uh



I strap my girbauds

I be on the go
Dollas made of paper but a n*gga never fold,pb in gold

Don’t Give a f*ck who told *fast*

*switch*
I pull-up
She mop me

Shorty sloppy
She know thesen*ggas is not me

Bigga picture
They can’t crop mе

Aye

*switch*
My pearls green tho
That b*tch for the tеam tho
Worried bout my streams tho
Know I got the heat tho

Distress on my denim
Style like venom
sh*t to lethal