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jdot breezy - jack n jill lyrics

[intro]
(k!ll)

[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
n+ggas got a lot of mouth until we f+cking mute it
pop 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 k!lled 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 stolie, this a hot car pulling 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 k!ll you, stupid jit
yeah, n+gga, wrap sh+t like a mummy
and any time of day, we load them ks, 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 clunk
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 dumbass k!lled
plot+twist, you know jack had k!lled jill right on the hill
catch a n+gga and he’ll talk ’bout dropping 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 narcissist 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
hardhead got hit with something harder, now his ass on chill
i hate the f+cking opps so much, i’m gon’ get rich and drop a mil’
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 stanking just for tryna get famous, and now you ghost

- jdot breezy lyrics

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