Juice Wrld - Jack And Jill Lyrics

Trappin' in the back with the Migos (yeah)
Boards on the windows of them bandos (huh)
Told me hit my dance (NLMB Gang)

Known to dab on a bitch like the Migos (like the what?)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo
Up, down, left, right, a, b, ho (uh huh, uh huh)
I just entered in a cheat code (yeah, uh huh, uh huh)
It's just me ho (uh huh, uh huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (uh huh, uh huh)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (uh huh, uh huh)
Whoa, whoa, f*ck with the gang get a halo (get a halo)

You should be embarrassed (you should)
F*ck you bitch then spin her like a wheel, Ferris (oh yeah)
I ain't even dig her I'm just tryna nail her (tryna nail her)
V12 then bail, huh
That bitch ain't got no ride, I'm gon' f*ck around and mail her
Water on my wrist (yeah), swimming like a sailor (ice, ice)
Water coming out your bitch (water), she think I'm a sailor (what)
Swim in that bitch like a fish (uh huh)
I tear the pussy to bits (uh huh)
We go together like Lilo & Stich
Money, Mayweather come hot like a first
Whip her up like a brick (like a brick)
Double cup, don't pour liquor up, codeine when I sip
Percs-R-Us, my dick in her guts, drill, drill, drill (smash)
Semi tucked, I'ma finger f*ck, loaded without drill
I'm Jack no Jill
Falling down a hill on a pill, pill, pill
What is it? Mister two tone AP kick, yeah (two tone AP)
Super rich, I could pay your mama rent
What I spent, you worked for ten years to get (worked for ten years)
Hop offbeat, then get right back on that bitch (uh)

Dab on a bitch like the Migos (like the Migos)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo (kilo)
Up, down, left, right, a, b, hoe (a, b, bitch, whoa, whoa)
I just entered in a cheat code (I just entered in a motherf*ckin')
It's just me ho (uh huh, uh huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (like a bag)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (better lay low)
Whoa, whoa, f*ck with the gang get a halo (f*ck with me)

F*ck with the gang get a halo
Hit the biggest stain makin' Lucid Dreams (Lucid Dreams)
Let a nigga do his thing, they been through things
Bro used to let the choppa sing, sound like Shabba Ranks
I remember robbin' niggas, claimin' that they gang (uh huh)
Them niggas was snakes, they was snitchin' turn on you in your face (uh huh)
Shoot 'em up, then pull up to that nigga way
See his brother sittin' over his body, let him waste
Real shit (real), that's the shit my older brothers had to deal with (for real)
Came a long way from them project building, and drug dealin'
I've seen the trenches for real (yeah)
Where I'm from, they born and raised to kill (uh)
Numb, don't feel (uh)
Kids tote steel (uh)
Babies gettin' killed (uh)
Crazy how we live (uh)
Glad God forgives (uh)
We'll sin still, bullets through his windshield

Dab on a bitch like the Migos (like the Migos)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo (kilo)
Up, down, left, right, a, b, hoe (a, b, bitch, whoa, whoa)
I just entered in a cheat code (I just entered in a motherf*ckin')
It's just me ho (uh huh, uh huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (like a bag)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (better lay low)
Whoa, whoa, f*ck with the gang get a halo (f*ck with me)