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pac-man - ysn flow lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, you went beats mode on this one)
bro told me f*ck ’em up, been going up since he said it
i can’t entertain her text but i read it
(pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
yeah

[chorus]
bro told me f*ck ’em up, been going up since he said it
i can’t entertain her text but i read it
pockets itching for that money and fat ish
say pockets itching for that money and fat ish
and i feel [?] the pain, i’ma catch it
make some money, that sh*t made me some lavish
now they on me, tryna send me a message
[?]

[verse 1]
hit the gas, in the coupe with my main b*tch
fingers change but i swear i ain’t change sh*t
drop the top, i pop my sh*t when it’s brainless
pass the glock, bro, my bro keep it stainless
rap n*gga know when i see him, he chainless
i watch my back ’cause these n*ggas be dangerous
knife on the glock, i pull up tryna blade sh*t
i’m on my sh*t and we not on the same sh*t
still that lil’ n*gga from back then, i just got packs in
and i been eating like pac*man
he tried to run, blow his back in
bro got a mac*10, we laying him down like a mattress
took off the drama, bro, racks in
look at my fashion, i’m rocking dolce & gabbana
they know that we never had sh*t, i ain’t gon’ cap sh*t
slept on the floor with my momma
l.a., i ball like a laker
ain’t tryna miss when i shoot so my gun got a laser
i’d prolly f*ck before i date her
she know i’m flow and i came in this b*tch with some paper
fn on my hip for a hater
jumped in that water with snakes and piranhas and gators
they prolly made us
he giving his all to a b*tch that be f*cking my brothers
please, save him
[chorus]
bro told me f*ck ’em up, been going up since he said it
i can’t entertain her text but i read it
pockets itching for that money and fat ish
say pockets itching for that money and fat ish
and i feel [?] the pain, i’ma catch it
make some money, that sh*t made me some lavish
now they on me, tryna send me a message
[?]

[verse 2]
and my feelings gone, locked in the booth
don’t wanna lie sh*t, no, i just wanna the truth
when you tryna win and you destined to lose
just keep on trying until you get you some blues
know these n*ggas couldn’t tie on my shoes
i act like i’m cool but really i’m through
[?] all these n*ggas who be pocket watching
and these n*ggas who watch my moves
i ain’t gon’ fake, i been in my bag
and they know that
and we the youngest n*ggas leaving n*ggas stretch out like a [?]
yeah, yeah, they hate that i’m popping my sh*t
yeah, yeah, on granny, yeah, yeah
i keep pouring up fours
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 sh*t that they don’t know
but if i speak on the sh*t, that would mean that i told
bro put a beam on the pole
he up this b*tch and red dot let in straight in your nose
[chorus]
bro told me f*ck ’em up, been going up since he said it
i can’t entertain her text but i read it
pockets itching for that money and fat ish
say pockets itching for that money and fat ish
and i feel [?] the pain, i’ma catch it
make some money, that sh*t made me some lavish
now they on me, tryna send me a message
[?]

- ysn flow lyrics

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