Jack & Jill

[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, fuck being buddy-buddy Back in school, I had to chase a bag, fuck a study (Yeah) Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy I be on the road, so my bitch don’t really trust me Woke up wit' a couple million, bitch, I’m feeling lucky I just want that mouth, bitch, 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 fucked 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, bitch, you on that dope, I see you tweakin', huh I'ma fuck you once, but sorry, bitch, you know I’m leaving, huh Got a faithful bitch at home but I cheat for no reason, huh Bitch, get on that bed, 'cause ain't no time for all that speaking, huh I know a bitch named Slop that’ll fuck like thirty-five niggas off top All my niggas from the east and a little bit of north, me and south don’t rock All my niggas 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, bitch, don’t get popped, mm 35K on the wrist, fuck-nigga, 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 niggas 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, fuck being buddy-buddy Back in school, I had to chase a bag, fuck a study (Yeah) Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy I be on the road, so my bitch don’t really trust me Woke up wit' a couple million, bitch, I’m feeling lucky I just want that mouth, bitch, you can keep the cuddy [Verse 2: DC The Don & Ugly God] I'm in the wraith bitch (huh) all black, bape bitches 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 shit was dangerous Now I'm in the spot, piping on a nigga's main bitch I been out the mix, all you niggas on that lame shit Spin around the block, leave your body on the pavement (What) Nigga that's my slime too, you is not that kind dude You gon' come up missing where somebody can't find you Nigga finding Nemo, my nigga where's Dory? Fuck with me and it's gonna be the end of your story (What) Pull up to your dreams and leave your nightmares gory Fucked her with a rubber, I can't end up on Maurey Blocked that bitch number, she like "Damn, why you ignore me?" I got what I wanted, you got nothing for me you bore me (Dumb bitch!) [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, fuck being buddy-buddy Back in school, I had to chase a bag, fuck a study (Yeah) Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy I be on the road, so my bitch don’t really trust me Woke up wit' a couple million, bitch, I’m feeling lucky I just want that mouth, bitch, you can keep the cuddy [Outro] Thanks, Ugly God