Jack N Jill lyrics

[Intro]
(Kill)

[Verse]
I keep a stick with me, n*gga, I'll use it
Who listen to Foolio? Man, that n*gga music dookie
Smoking dead opps, man, this sh*t therapeutic
Hmm, n*ggas got a lot of mouth until we f*ckin' mute it
Hop out on your block with drums, n*gga, like this sh*t acoustic
She wanna suck on me for fun, n*gga, I might let her do it
Hundred rounds under that gun, n*gga, b*tch look like a booty
In the streets, it ain't no love, n*gga, think they killed Cupid
Redrum, murder one, n*gga know just what we do
Got that lo', I'm with the crew, we four deep, we rolling through
I ain't tryna rap with n*ggas, he wanna tweak, I wanna shoot
I can merch, his ass a goof, them n*ggas round, they goofy too
Drop for more sticks 'cause the last ones got put to use
They know we blow sh*t, hit the opps' block, then we pollute
We in a stoley, this a hot car pullin' up on you
We heard the cops out, we don't give no f*ck, man, these n*ggas stupid
I told bro we gotta finish him, I'm sick of this lil' b*tch
Every time, b*tch, we gon' get at him, ain't slowing down on sh*t
You can't f*ck with them, then f*ck with us, it's us or them, now pick
'Fore we pick a side for you and kill you, stupid jit
Yeah, n*gga, hmm, wrap sh*t like a mummy
And any time of day, we load them K's, and b*tch, we coming
We running with you too, so I don't see the sense in running
A n*gga heard them shots, the block whole went clunking
Watch me tap the switch, this b*tch sound like it's switching gears
n*gga, f*ck everybody, f*ck the world, that's how I feel
We ain't talking just to talk, we get up with your ass for real
On Instagram being cool, now your dumb ass killed
Plot twist, you know Jack had killed Jill right on the hill
Catch a n*gga in Hilltop, I drop my mask and he get drilled
I been tryna keep my cool, but I ain't mad, but I can't chill
Mini Draco, forty rounds, I put that b*tch to work for real
b*tch-ass n*gga make me sick, real nauseous how I feel
Draco left his ass in shock, I call this b*tch electric eel
His shirt white, but now it's red, I really left a stain with steel
Hothead got hit with something hotter, now his ass on chill
I hate the f*cking opps so much, I'm gon' get rich and drop a mill'
On a n*gga head, bro like, "Who you want?" and I'm like, "Him"
If we had to grit it out, I'd beat a n*gga ass in Timbs
Stomp a n*gga in his sh*t, like, b*tch, I told you I was him
Hit a block and let the switchy off, n*ggas go domino
Forty round, I'ma let thirty off 'cause I did it before
I was told if it ain't empty, then n*gga, bang it some more
Leave you stinking just for tryna get famous and now you ghost