Lil Nor - Jill N Jack [Original]

(Hook)
Sit back in the booth i be cookin that crack
He ain't on shit tell yo boy to relax
He say its pressure get smoked like some thraxx
Money from streams imma run up them racks
Remember them days i was left in the back
Now they gon front like im sellin a pack
Get sent up the hill like yo name Jill and Jack
This nick got ah nack bet yo patty get whacked

(Verse)
Real nigga know my right from my wrongs
I need me a M like the name of my song
Told yo hoe pull up on me in a thong but she ain't have no panties she doing you wrong
Smoke out the pack i get high i be gone
Dissin on me what you really be on
Dont need no help i shoot back on my own
That nigga broke think he need em a loan

These niggas my sons i tell em watch they tone
Them niggas actin up they need a whoopin
Just put a 20 bomb inside the cushion
Dont gotta speak niggas know what im pushin
Mind yo busines you get beat up for lookin
Keep on flexing you gon get yo shit tooken
Show up and show out when niggas be bookin
No breaking bad but dem niggas be cookin

My circle small, cuz of the fuck shit
Niggas fakin thats why i dont trust shit
Glocky like ah virgin, bet its gon bust quick
Glock witah dick, and he pussy, the fuckin

Say he won't static that boy gon get shocked
Nigga try to shoot his shot he get blocked
Dont say my name when u talk to a opp
Dont say my name when u talk to the cops

Written by:
Noryien Hollinger

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Lyrics © lil nor

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