Jackboy – P’s & Q’s lyrics

On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo
Know she just want the loot
You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot
I just want her mind
I’ma f*** then kick her out
You just runnin’ your mouth
You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout
I got two bad twins in my DM tryna f*** on me right now
I got two of my n***** on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out
If a n**** play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house

If a n**** play with Jack, I bet they show up where your mama stay
Steppin’ in designer shoes, my killers livin’ luxury
Most these rap n***** be gay, I hope that they don’t talk to me
Be all on the opp d*** but lowkey tryna f*** with me
Nah, you can’t f*** with me
Fire, keep it tucked with me
She lied, she say she love the Z
Didn’t get mad, gave her my d*** to eat
If she get mad, still better not use teeth
I’m going days hoe call Uber Eats
Im going days hoe I got too much beef
Everywhere I go pocket rocket on me
I f*** with DJ he keep my opps in the scope
Real street n**** down a tye that’s a tote
Real street n**** never doin the most
Like August alstina f***** a rich n**** hoe
I’m that first prince from Haiti who can’t go broke
I’m that n**** that ain’t have s*** but a little bit of hope
I’m that n**** who was in the mall with 20K, and spent all that s*** on clothes

On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo
Know she just want the loot
You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot
I just want her mind
I’ma f*** then kick her out
You just runnin’ your mouth
You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout
I got two bad twins in my DM tryna f*** on me right now
I got two of my n***** on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out
If a n**** play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house

Lil’ n****, you play, get popped
If you play, better play with Glocks
Caught him lacking on his block
And he ended up right on Fox
All that talking now his dead a** all up on the f****** news
Big stepper, I done smooshed his a**, got blood all on my shoes
I don’t listen to rules, baby, I just do whatever I want
Sorry to be rude, baby, leave that ho so nonchalant
They got no clue how I ran up these blues, I got a magic wand
I don’t give a f*** who rock Christian Dior, b****, go ask I’m the Don
Ayy I’m the Don won, ayy, I tote big guns
Ayy, might shoot you for fun
Ayy, boy, you run, you dumb
Boy, I swear if you run, that’s tragic
I’ma chase you down and let you have it
I be dressing classic while I tote ratchets
Still f****** project hoes, swear I got bad habits

On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo
Know she just want the loot
You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot
I just want her mind
I’ma f*** then kick her out
You just runnin’ your mouth
You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout
I got two bad twins in my DM tryna f*** on me right now
I got two of my n***** on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out
If a n**** play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house