Jack & Jill lyrics

[Intro: DC The Don]
Ayy, this is a Trademark product-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thanks, Ugly God
Gang, gang

[Chorus: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Pull up and make his block bloody
Walking through these trenches got my J's a little muddy
Stepping on they neck, f*ck being buddy-buddy
Back in school, I had to chase a bag, f*ck a study (Yeah)
Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy
I be on the road, so my b*tch don’t really trust me
Woke up wit' a couple million, b*tch, I’m feeling lucky
I just want that mouth, b*tch, you can keep the cuddy

[Verse 1: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Drag-race speeding uh, baby-faced demon, uh
Met her in the morning, bet I f*cked her by the evening, uh (Yeah)
Blow her back out, she came and sucked up all my semen, uh
I finna blast off, my momma blessed, feel like I'm sneezing, uh (What?)
Geekin', huh, b*tch, you on that dope, I see you tweakin', huh
I'ma f*ck you once, but sorry, b*tch, you know I’m leaving, huh
Got a faithful b*tch at home but I cheat for no reason, huh
b*tch, get on that bed, 'cause ain't no time for all that speaking, huh
I know a b*tch named Slop that’ll f*ck like thirty-five n*ggas off top
All my n*ggas from the east and a little bit of north, me and south don’t rock
All my n*ggas Diddy bop, we'on never hit the folks, lil' bro, just stop
If he really wanna pop, I'ma pull up like fifty-eight deep on his block
Ride downtown with a Glock .45, all-black, b*tch, don’t get popped, mm
35K on the wrist, f*ck-n*gga, I ain’t never gon' punch no clock, mm (Yeah)
Put mans in a new crib then I got me a spot right off that dot huh
All of these n*ggas be capping out here like they really be getting the guap (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Pull up and make his block bloody
Walking through these trenches got my J's a little muddy
Stepping on they neck, f*ck being buddy-buddy
Back in school, I had to chase a bag, f*ck a study (Yeah)
Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy
I be on the road, so my b*tch don’t really trust me
Woke up wit' a couple million, b*tch, I’m feeling lucky
I just want that mouth, b*tch, you can keep the cuddy

[Verse 2: DC The Don & Ugly God]
I'm in the wraith b*tch (huh) all black, bape b*tches
Ain't no fingerprints on this 30, this is stainless
Paint his face red and now his body parts are dangling
Ralph Florence fragrance, no car payments
I made it out the hood, cause i knew that sh*t was dangerous
Now I'm in the spot, piping on a n*gga's main b*tch
I been out the mix, all you n*ggas on that lame sh*t
Spin around the block, leave your body on the pavement (What)
n*gga that's my slime too, you is not that kind dude
You gon' come up missing where somebody can't find you
n*gga finding Nemo, my n*gga where's Dory?
f*ck with me and it's gonna be the end of your story (What)
Pull up to your dreams and leave your nightmares gory
f*cked her with a rubber, I can't end up on Maurey
Blocked that b*tch number, she like "Damn, why you ignore me?"
I got what I wanted, you got nothing for me you bore me (Dumb b*tch!)
[Chorus: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Pull up and make his block bloody (Huh)
Walking through these trenches got my J's a little muddy
Stepping on they neck, f*ck being buddy-buddy
Back in school, I had to chase a bag, f*ck a study (Yeah)
Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy
I be on the road, so my b*tch don’t really trust me
Woke up wit' a couple million, b*tch, I’m feeling lucky
I just want that mouth, b*tch, you can keep the cuddy

[Outro]
Thanks, Ugly God