Tre Mission, Merky ACE - Jackpot lyrics

The jackpot, I’m tryna hit it
If you’ve got it, you can get
It, if you’re on it, then be with it
Cause you know we’re onto spitting, yeah
That life we are living
Man are in it just to win it
And we have been for a minute
Shut your mouth
Know your role and just bring it
If I hit rock bottom
Then I’m gonna have to spit it
People shout but I ain’t gotta sing it
If you want food, dial my number
Then ring it

Quick one mission man back with a sick one
I could get dark on a blick one
But, I’m laidback and they
Craving the dick one
Even though I do fuck, I don’t give one
Forget quick one, I’m sparking a big one
16s, spit one, target, I hit one
Better back up like parking the whip, son
Better back up like parking the car
My goons do get dark with the star
My goons do get sick with the ting
And they told me it’s cool
Just give me a ring
Yeah, they told me it’s cool
Just hit me on the blower
Cut that field like I hit you with the mower
Friends popped up from back in the day
But, I told them I’m living
I’mma hate you when it’s over

The jackpot, I’m tryna hit it
If you’ve got it, you can get
It, if you’re on it, then be with it
Cause you know we’re onto spitting, yeah
That life we are living
Man are in it just to win it
And we have been for a minute
Shut your mouth
Know your role and just bring it
If I hit rock bottom
Then I’m gonna have to spit it
People shout but I ain’t gotta sing it
If you want food, dial my number
Then ring it

I don’t need no help from a nigga like him
Cause a nigga like me will clap it
I’ll DT early, day one savage
I’m way too heavy, fam, you can’t manage
Don’t do dirt then sing like damage
When the skip flips and you get
Caught while you’re at it
Me, I’m tryna make man walk with the matic
So I ain’t gotta worry if a man might chat it
My tool can do back it
If it ain’t FT, turn off that racket
Hate poom poom so I spread it and stab it
You ate her poom poom
Now your mouth’s all battered
If I kick a man downhill
His clart’s getting clattered
FT to the world, fuck everyone else
That boy there called ACE
Ain’t got no manners
Timber, bamboo and spanners
Screwdrivers, axels, nails and them hammers

The jackpot, I’m tryna hit it
If you’ve got it, you can get
It, if you’re on it, then be with it
Cause you know we’re onto spitting, yeah
That life we are living
Man are in it just to win it
And we have been for a minute
Shut your mouth
Know your role and just bring it
If I hit rock bottom
Then I’m gonna have to spit it
People shout but I ain’t gotta sing it
If you want food, dial my number
Then ring it

Skirting, no limit, see feds, I don’t fidget
I’ll rise up the midget and clap man with it
A-C-E and T-R-E
From the Milly to the you know say we get it
They say ever be but they’re
Mad cause I hit it
Nobody got time for that, I just did it
Counterfeit cows, don’t stumble around
No, I’mma get down till you back my lyrics

The jackpot, I’m tryna hit it
If you’ve got it, you can get
It, if you’re on it, then be with it
Cause you know we’re onto spitting, yeah
That life we are living
Man are in it just to win it
And we have been for a minute
Shut your mouth
Know your role and just bring it
If I hit rock bottom
Then I’m gonna have to spit it
People shout but I ain’t gotta sing it
If you want food, dial my number
Then ring it