Jack and Jill Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Read the full Jack and Jill lyrics by BLP KOSHER along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Blp Kosher’s music, you can also explore Big Dipper and Jit Slid, two other songs by Blp Kosher.

[Chorus]
I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain’t have no pot to piss
I don’t ever get imposter syndrome
Stay by the Ally, I’m Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watching? Pop Plan B’s like Jocelyn
I’m looking around for commas b!tch and you looking round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milking his dog in the can, you won’t even give him a “yoo-hoo”
Aye, I’m finna bite my tongue, you can’t fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus

[Verse 1:]
I’m shining
I can’t wait ’till they test my diamonds
They know that I popped my door
They fu*k with you more when you violent
She wanna go on vacation, we got Turks at home
We got Turks at the crib, she screaming out Layla tov
Since a jit I was up to something, (??) my fu*king cousin
Run the city like David Grutman, stepping on s*it I beat my bunion
My Glock and my phone, they both got buttons
All that I hang around is gunmen
Whip out my meat, this dumb b mutting
Bad b!tch screaming out “Fu*k me to tears”, I’d rather eat out a raw onion
Drive through the woods screamin out’ “My Symere”, I keep a Uzi no bluffing
Fifty-K for the feat, like fu*k me running?
I’m tryna stay stunting, why you bunting?
You tryna kick s*it jit, we punting
‘Cause I’m on fire like arson, for any lil’ b!tch wanna lurk
Screen printing they apartment, put them crackers on a shirt
And all of that s*it got merch, it was just me and my cup burst
Remember when they used to rank a jit?
Now every opp mama need a handkerchief
I’ll pluck a opp, them boys weird, Al Yankovic
Said I was a gimmick, ya I was fu*king around with props and s*it
That boy was s*itting on you crackers while you ain’t even have no pot to piss

[Chorus]
I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain’t have no pot to piss
I don’t ever get imposter syndrome
Stay by the Ally, I’m Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watching? Pop Plan B’s like Jocelyn
I’m looking around for commas b!tch and you looking round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milking his dog in the can, you won’t even give him a “yoo-hoo”
Aye, I’m finna bite my tongue, you can’t fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus