Pac-Man - YSN Flow

Bro told me fuck em up been goin up since he said it

I can’t entertain her texts but I read it

Yea

Bro told me fuck em up been going up since he said it

I can’t entertain her texts but I read it

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

In that field bro throw a play imma catch it

Made some money that shit made me some leverage

Now they on me trying to send me a message

Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants

Hit the gas in the coupe with my main bitch

Figures change but I swear I ain’t change shit

Drop the top I pop my shit when it’s brainless

Plastic glocky but my bro keep a stainless

Rap nigga know I see him he chainless

I watch my back cause these niggas be dangerous

Knife on the glock I pull up tryna blade shit

I’m on my shit and we not on the same shit

Still that lil nigga from back then

I just got packs in and I been eating like Pac-Man

He tried to run, blow his back bro got a mac 10

We lay him down like a mattress

Took out the drama brought racks in

Look at my fashion I’m rocking Dolce Gabbana

They know we never had shit I ain’t gon cap shit

Slept on the floor with my momma

LA I ball like a Laker, ain’t tryna miss when I shoot so my gun got a laser

I probably fuck before I date her, she know I’m Flow and I came in this bitch

with some paper

F.N on my hip for a hater, jumped in that water with snakes, and piranhas,

and gators

They probably made us, he gave his all to a bitch that be fucking my brothers

please save him

Bro told me fuck em up been going up since he said it

I can’t entertain her texts but I read it

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

In that field bro throw a play imma catch it

Made some money that shit made me some leverage

Now they on me trying to send me a message

Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants

In my feelings go and lock in the booth

Don’t want a lot she know I just want the truth

When you trying to win you destined to lose

Just keep on trying till you get you some blues

Know these niggas couldn’t trot in my shoes

I act like I’m cool but really I’m through

Fed up with all these niggas pocket watching and these niggas who watching my

moves

I ain’t gon fake I been in my bag and they know that

And we the youngest niggas leaving niggas stretched out like a door mat

Yea yea they hate that I’m poppin my shit

Yea yea on granny yea yea

I keep on pouring up 4s my bro tryna tax for the lows, we still get em gone

I bring my stick on the road just when they think I’m alone, I up it and blow

I know some shit they don’t know but if I speak on the shit that a mean that I

told

Bro put a beam on the pole he up this bitch red dot landing straight on your

nose

Bro told me fuck em up been going up since he said it

I can’t entertain her texts but I read it

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

Pockets itching for that money and fetish

In that field bro throw a play imma catch it

Made some money that shit made me some leverage

Now they on me trying to send me a message

Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants