Lyrics Jackpot - Mak11

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