Pac-Em
(Gang-gang-gang)
(Grrah-grrah)
(Baow-baow-baow)
(Suck my dick)
(Grrah, baow-baow)
Spin through they Pzz tryna let off some shots
Why the fuck would you speak on the flocks?
And I'm droppin' the Woo niggas got me on hots
Told 'em "Get off my dick" 'cause y'all know I threw shots
UPS he get put in a box
Late night in that field I'mma creep like a fox
Hollows gon' hit 'em they strong as an ox
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Switch up my roster 'cause niggas is phony
Said I'm a dummy for spinnin' my doley
Never lackin' I keep me a poley
Catch 'em lackin' chillin' in a stoley
We gon' put em' to sleep like he cozy
She like "Flocko you really too ode"
Energy crazy I'm feeling like Broly
Two twin chops like Zack and Cody
It's a sweet life and I tote pipe
So I'm crashin' the party like Moseby
Bought a Glock with a dick no Moby
My name Slaxky Da G I'm too legendary
Lotta opps gettin' turned to obituaries
And this Choppa gon' sing like it's Katy Perry
Money first so these bitches is secondary
Keep a knock on my side this shit necessary
Where the opps? Man they all in the cemetery
We got him and his pops it's hereditary
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Pac-Man, turn that boy to a ghost
Opp thot said she love me the most
Dead opps, they get put in a tote
DJ, lil' nigga got smoked (DJ)
Melly, yeah I heard he got poked (Melly)
Pistols? I got two in the coat
Too tact, got a beam with a scope
Eli, he got hit for a post (Eli)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Pac-Man he get turned to a ghost)
(Opp thot said she love me the most)
(Dead opps, they get put in a tote)
(DJ lil' nigga got smoked)
(Melly, yeah I heard he got poked)
(Pistols? I got two in the coat)
(Too tact, got a beam with a scope)
(Eli, he got hit for a post)
(Bend through, he get turned to a ghost)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Chasedown Gang)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yo run this shit back gangsta
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Baow-baow-baow)
Pussy boy you get sent to the mourge
Me and brodie we uppin' the score
Backdoor season so lock up your door
Big right hook might fuck up your jaw
And no I don't speak to the law
Catch me an opp and I'm sendin' him four
Begged me to stop so I'm sendin' him more
If he not CDG he get sent to the Lord
On bro, I be quick to attack
Can't wait 'til I make me a pack
I'mma cut off his tail if that nigga a rat
Boom that nigga tell his man's "Get back"
Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Scream Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Scream Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Since a jhit I was totin' on MAC's
I see an opp he ain't gettin' no pass
I know an opp that got turned into gas
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom nigga)
(Grrah grrah boom)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Suck my dick)
(CDG shit)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Like, like what, like what)
(Grrah-grrah)
(Baow-baow-baow)
(Suck my dick)
(Grrah, baow-baow)
Spin through they Pzz tryna let off some shots
Why the fuck would you speak on the flocks?
And I'm droppin' the Woo niggas got me on hots
Told 'em "Get off my dick" 'cause y'all know I threw shots
UPS he get put in a box
Late night in that field I'mma creep like a fox
Hollows gon' hit 'em they strong as an ox
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Switch up my roster 'cause niggas is phony
Said I'm a dummy for spinnin' my doley
Never lackin' I keep me a poley
Catch 'em lackin' chillin' in a stoley
We gon' put em' to sleep like he cozy
She like "Flocko you really too ode"
Energy crazy I'm feeling like Broly
Two twin chops like Zack and Cody
It's a sweet life and I tote pipe
So I'm crashin' the party like Moseby
Bought a Glock with a dick no Moby
My name Slaxky Da G I'm too legendary
Lotta opps gettin' turned to obituaries
And this Choppa gon' sing like it's Katy Perry
Money first so these bitches is secondary
Keep a knock on my side this shit necessary
Where the opps? Man they all in the cemetery
We got him and his pops it's hereditary
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Pac-Man, turn that boy to a ghost
Opp thot said she love me the most
Dead opps, they get put in a tote
DJ, lil' nigga got smoked (DJ)
Melly, yeah I heard he got poked (Melly)
Pistols? I got two in the coat
Too tact, got a beam with a scope
Eli, he got hit for a post (Eli)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bend through, he get turned to a ghost
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Pac-Man he get turned to a ghost)
(Opp thot said she love me the most)
(Dead opps, they get put in a tote)
(DJ lil' nigga got smoked)
(Melly, yeah I heard he got poked)
(Pistols? I got two in the coat)
(Too tact, got a beam with a scope)
(Eli, he got hit for a post)
(Bend through, he get turned to a ghost)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Chasedown Gang)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yo run this shit back gangsta
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Baow-baow-baow)
Pussy boy you get sent to the mourge
Me and brodie we uppin' the score
Backdoor season so lock up your door
Big right hook might fuck up your jaw
And no I don't speak to the law
Catch me an opp and I'm sendin' him four
Begged me to stop so I'm sendin' him more
If he not CDG he get sent to the Lord
On bro, I be quick to attack
Can't wait 'til I make me a pack
I'mma cut off his tail if that nigga a rat
Boom that nigga tell his man's "Get back"
Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Scream Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Scream Chasedown Gang and I bet he run track
Brodie was buggin' tryna catch a Hat
Since a jhit I was totin' on MAC's
I see an opp he ain't gettin' no pass
I know an opp that got turned into gas
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom nigga)
(Grrah grrah boom)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Suck my dick)
(CDG shit)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Like, like what, like what)
Credits
Writer(s): Mir Flocko
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