Jack and Jill* versuri

Jack and Jill* lyrics by BLP KOSHER

Lyrics from Snippet She wanna go on vacation, we got Turks at home
We got Turks at the crib, she screaming out ?
Since a jit I was up to something, ? my fucking cousin
Run the city like David Grutman, steppin’ on shit I beat my bunion
My Glock and my phone, they both got buttons
All that I hang around is gunmen
Whip out my meat, this dumb b muttin’
Bad bitch screamin’ out „Fuck me to tears”, I’d rather eat out a raw onion
Drive through the woods screamin out’ „My Symere”, I keep a Uzi no bluffin’
Fifty-K for the feat, like fuck me runnin’?
I’m tryna ?, why you buntin’?
You tryna kick shit jit, we puntin’
‘Cause I’m on fire like arson, for any lil’ bitch wanna lurk
Screen printin’ they apartment, put them crackers on a shirt
And all of that shit got merch, it was just me and my cup burst
Rеmember when thеy used to rank a jit?
Now every opp mama need a handkerchief
I’ll pluck a opp, them boys weird, Al Yankovic
Said I was a gimmick, ya I was fuckin’ around with props and shit
That boy was shittin’ on you crackers while you ain’t even have no pot to piss
I want a jack and jill bathroom for all my jits who ain’t have no pot to piss
?, stay out of LA ?
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin’? Pop Plan B’s like Jocelyn
I’m lookin’ around for commas bitch and you lookin’ round for compliments
I got ? on my feet, we used to share the shoe-oe
Jit be milkin’ his dog in the can, you won’t even give him a „yoo-hoo”
Aye, I’m finna bite my tongue, you can’t fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus