Jackpot ft. YRB Papii Lyrics

I might eat the kitty, uh, dinner date

Youngin keep it lit can't get eliminated

Imma leave the city for a bigger plate

Run up on the kid and get disintegrated

I want Gucci on my body, Louis in my laundry

Foreign coupe La Voiture Noire that super slime Bugatti

Call up shooters on Ducati's if them dudes get saucy

Bitch I'm going stupid with my posse, order sushi with wasabi

Pour a deuce up in the lobby

Hoe I'm booted like a floppy back in 1998

I got the juice they wanna copy what I do

But it look sloppy when they move

Cause they ain't grinding night and day

That's why they always in the way

I'm popular from dropping off this audio

No contest I'm the hottest and you oughta know

Every project got em gawking at the drawing board

Boggled by my concepts they exhausted while I'm on a roll

That shit whack just admit the facts

Y'all be big cap yuh, fitted hat

I was in the trap, had to pick up pack

Then I dipped the splat, ran out with a sack ya

Click clack, now we rid of rats

If that bitch bad, then that chick is Mak's

I can't slip or slack, imma get the racks

Want my riches stacked like I hit the jackpot

Hit the jackpot like I'm robbing the casino

Pocket aces feel like a young Rob Deniro

Lot of faces fanned out while I'm counting c-notes

Gold bracelet, gold chains, feel like a pharoah

What's Sparrow, I'm drunk off that Jack

Could fly like an arrow, planed up like I'm Shaq

Got no plan to stop til my name on the plaque

So watch how we drop when it's Papii and Mak

I'm too nasty with the classics, money long could use elastic

Make a hit it's automatic, out the Park it's so Jurassic

We national, no geographic

Fuck with us, it get dramatic

The drama unit coming, they be prepping up the ER

They really be some pussies, they ain't stepping up in VR

Acting like he got it, lil homie tryna be hard

While I'm knocking like this beat, he tryna find out where his teeth are

That shit whack just admit the facts

Y'all be big cap yuh, fitted hat

I was in the trap, had to pick up pack

Then I dipped the splat, ran out with a sack ya

Click clack, now we rid of rats

If that bitch bad, then that chick is Mak's

I can't slip or slack, imma get the racks

Want my riches stacked like I hit the jackpot