Pac-Man
Mmm, oh (Oh, this beat so cold, yeah this beat so cold)
(Yeah, I'm feeling it)
I'm feeling it, yeah, yeah (I'm feeling it)
I said I'm feeling it (I'm feeling it)
Playing Tetris with this cash, gotta stack it, yeah (I gotta stack)
Bitches mad, oh they all want a reaction, yeah (they gettin' mad)
Gotta keep my focus, that's gon' never happen, yeah (Oh)
I get Benjamin's, ain't no Andrew Jackson's (ain't no Andrew Jackson)
Tundra on my wrist, you can hear the ice crackin' (oh, oh, cracking)
Fuckin' up every color money, cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man (cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man)
Uh-huh, and I just hit on your bitch from the back end (from the back end)
Spilled the secret, so I guess you know what happened (Oh, oh)
Crazy how I hop up on the beat and tear it up, just rappin' shit
And when I find the one I fuck it up, like we got rooted beef (Like rooted beef)
I feel like I'm fallin' right off of the track
I need to come back, I need to come back (I need to come back)
I'm honin' my skills, I'm sharpening just like a thumbtack (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, grippin' the Mac, gotta be rappin' for satisfaction (yeah)
Surroundin' myself with all of the good interactions (good interactions)
Accounting for all of the money from these bad habits
I'm finna go cop me a gun with a drum (yeah, yeah)
We gone load it up, we gone shoot shit, we shootin' just for fun (shooting, shooting, uh-oh)
Feel like my name 21, how I rap, it's said and done, like (uh-oh)
Shout out Thug, so much fun
Drizzlin' shorties honey bun (drizzling shorties honey bun)
Leave her spinnin'
Just don't hate me, only came to bust a nut (bust a nut)
I know I ain't close, but bitch it feels like I just won (oh, I just won)
Smokin' Jeters in New York home run (home run)
Keep my phone on DND, just don't phone me (I'm overseas)
I'm too busy gettin' high with my fuckin' homies (I'm getting fried)
Playing Tetris with this cash, gotta stack it, yeah (I gotta stack)
Bitches mad, oh they all want a reaction, yeah (they gettin' mad)
Gotta keep my focus, that's gon' never happen, yeah (oh)
I get Benjamin's, ain't no Andrew Jackson's (ain't no Andrew Jackson's)
Tundra on my wrist, you can hear the ice crackin' (ice, ice)
Fuckin' up every color money, cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man (cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man)
Uh-huh, and I just hit on your bitch from the back end (she gettin' cracked)
Spilled a secret, so I guess you know what happened (uh-oh)
Don't need to say what happened
My mama think I'm happy
It's just a mask, I'm cappin'
Weed and liquor all in the cabinet (ooh, yeah)
If I go broke, I guess I'm gon' have to trap this shit (I'm trappin')
But I'm never gon' broke, gun out the bag, but I still tote both (I still tote both)
Dirty potions, get to brewing (they, what)
I've been going through the motions (I'm going)
Rollie on me, Gucci clothing (rollie)
Don't got time for no commotion (no)
My dick game too strong, your best friend just came over (uh-oh, just came over)
She undress to her thong, I might just fuck her over (her over)
And then I leave her damn, I know I'm dead and wrong (dead and wrong)
Turn on that Eminem, I sing that Dead and Gone (dead and gone)
Yeah, yeah, and this beat so cold (oh, oh, oh, and this beat so cold)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuckin' on this hoe (oh, oh, oh, fuckin' on these hoes)
I know I ain't close, but bitch it feels like I just won (oh, I just won)
Smokin' Jeters in New York home run (home run)
Keep my phone on DND, just don't phone me (I'm overseas)
I'm too busy gettin' high with my fuckin' homies
(Yeah, I'm feeling it)
I'm feeling it, yeah, yeah (I'm feeling it)
I said I'm feeling it (I'm feeling it)
Playing Tetris with this cash, gotta stack it, yeah (I gotta stack)
Bitches mad, oh they all want a reaction, yeah (they gettin' mad)
Gotta keep my focus, that's gon' never happen, yeah (Oh)
I get Benjamin's, ain't no Andrew Jackson's (ain't no Andrew Jackson)
Tundra on my wrist, you can hear the ice crackin' (oh, oh, cracking)
Fuckin' up every color money, cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man (cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man)
Uh-huh, and I just hit on your bitch from the back end (from the back end)
Spilled the secret, so I guess you know what happened (Oh, oh)
Crazy how I hop up on the beat and tear it up, just rappin' shit
And when I find the one I fuck it up, like we got rooted beef (Like rooted beef)
I feel like I'm fallin' right off of the track
I need to come back, I need to come back (I need to come back)
I'm honin' my skills, I'm sharpening just like a thumbtack (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, grippin' the Mac, gotta be rappin' for satisfaction (yeah)
Surroundin' myself with all of the good interactions (good interactions)
Accounting for all of the money from these bad habits
I'm finna go cop me a gun with a drum (yeah, yeah)
We gone load it up, we gone shoot shit, we shootin' just for fun (shooting, shooting, uh-oh)
Feel like my name 21, how I rap, it's said and done, like (uh-oh)
Shout out Thug, so much fun
Drizzlin' shorties honey bun (drizzling shorties honey bun)
Leave her spinnin'
Just don't hate me, only came to bust a nut (bust a nut)
I know I ain't close, but bitch it feels like I just won (oh, I just won)
Smokin' Jeters in New York home run (home run)
Keep my phone on DND, just don't phone me (I'm overseas)
I'm too busy gettin' high with my fuckin' homies (I'm getting fried)
Playing Tetris with this cash, gotta stack it, yeah (I gotta stack)
Bitches mad, oh they all want a reaction, yeah (they gettin' mad)
Gotta keep my focus, that's gon' never happen, yeah (oh)
I get Benjamin's, ain't no Andrew Jackson's (ain't no Andrew Jackson's)
Tundra on my wrist, you can hear the ice crackin' (ice, ice)
Fuckin' up every color money, cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man (cause bitch, I'm the Pac-Man)
Uh-huh, and I just hit on your bitch from the back end (she gettin' cracked)
Spilled a secret, so I guess you know what happened (uh-oh)
Don't need to say what happened
My mama think I'm happy
It's just a mask, I'm cappin'
Weed and liquor all in the cabinet (ooh, yeah)
If I go broke, I guess I'm gon' have to trap this shit (I'm trappin')
But I'm never gon' broke, gun out the bag, but I still tote both (I still tote both)
Dirty potions, get to brewing (they, what)
I've been going through the motions (I'm going)
Rollie on me, Gucci clothing (rollie)
Don't got time for no commotion (no)
My dick game too strong, your best friend just came over (uh-oh, just came over)
She undress to her thong, I might just fuck her over (her over)
And then I leave her damn, I know I'm dead and wrong (dead and wrong)
Turn on that Eminem, I sing that Dead and Gone (dead and gone)
Yeah, yeah, and this beat so cold (oh, oh, oh, and this beat so cold)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuckin' on this hoe (oh, oh, oh, fuckin' on these hoes)
I know I ain't close, but bitch it feels like I just won (oh, I just won)
Smokin' Jeters in New York home run (home run)
Keep my phone on DND, just don't phone me (I'm overseas)
I'm too busy gettin' high with my fuckin' homies
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Ben-hayon
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