Pbjt
Dababy · PBJT
Uh (K.i.D)
I would never hold her back, I let her leave me when she ready (Leave)
She very superstitious, never feed me her spaghetti (Uh)
They ain't never seen this comin' when they see me in that Chevy (In that Chevy)
And I'm that million-dollar-nigga eatin' peanut butter jelly (Million-dollar-nigga, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly, ooh (Peanut butter)
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly (PBJT)
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly (PBJT)
Me and her gon' make a sandwich, then I leave her at the telly, mm
Leavin' her at the telly, mm, keepin' my gun, bitch, I'm ready, yeah
Fire on your ass, I'm not scary, uh, new pair of 1's like I'm Nelly, yeah
Real pretty face like Ashanti, mm, fuck it, let's start us a family, go
Poppin' on y'all, they can't stand me, yeah, I'ma pop it on y'all, they can't stand me, yeah
I'ma take it with me, I ain't leavin' you nothin' (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
Told my BM that I need me a son (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
Ready to blow, you see me, I'ma bomb (Yeah, bitch)
Touch me, they gon' yell out, "He got a gun"
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm keepin' me one
I'm from the city, I'm ready to bring it (Bring it)
Petty ass nigga, you scared of the bang, Baby, nigga
I would never hold her back, I let her leave me when she ready
Leave (I let you leave)
She very superstitious, never feed me her spaghetti (Uh)
They ain't never seen this comin' when they see me in that Chevy
And I'm that million-dollar-nigga eatin' peanut butter jelly (Million-dollar-nigga, what? Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly, ooh
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly (PBJT)
Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly (PBJT)
Me and her gon' make a sandwich, then I leave her at the telly, mm
PBJT, PBJT, PBJT
I say, "It's peanut butter jelly time, it's peanut butter jelly"
Me and her gon' make a sandwich, then I leave her at the telly, come on
PBJT
“PBJT” builds its hook around a childhood jingle and then drags that innocent repetition into DaBaby’s grown-up, sharply transactional world. Peanut-butter-and-jelly imagery becomes a joke about sex, money and leaving; the more the chorus repeats, the more the contrast between nursery-rhyme simplicity and the verses’ bravado becomes the point. The song’s comedy depends on shock and absurdity, but its performance never pretends the joke is emotionally neutral. Women appear as objects of pursuit or dismissal, and the silliness can make that posture easier to consume without making it less revealing.
The lyric’s speaker does make one conspicuous claim to non-possession: he says he would let a woman leave when she is ready. That moment sits uneasily beside the surrounding threats and boasts, creating an unstable persona rather than a coherent account of intimacy. The track moves from playful food metaphor to weapon imagery and back again, using sudden tonal shifts as a form of momentum. Its hook is catchy precisely because it is so incongruous; the listener is made to notice how quickly the song can switch from cartoonish fun to menace.
“PBJT” appears on DaBaby’s *Be More Grateful*, a release discussed in album coverage by antiMusic and Ratings Game Music. Those reviews are useful context for the project, not proof of a unified response to this song. On its own, “PBJT” is a deliberately abrasive performance in which the nursery-rhyme hook both softens and spotlights the harder attitudes beneath it. The joke keeps coming; whether it disarms or sharpens the song’s provocations is left to the listener.