Play for Keeps Pacman da Gunman & Yhung T.O.

"Play for Keeps" by Pacman da Gunman and Yhung T.O., released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of loyalty, ambition, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics reflect a determination to succeed against the odds, emphasizing the importance of staying true to oneself and one's crew. Musically, the song features a blend of melodic hooks and hard-hitting beats, creating an engaging sound. Its raw and authentic storytelling resonates with listeners, contributing to its popularity within the hip-hop community.

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]God don’t make em like me no more
So I gotta ride with my heat fasho
Yeah I keep my heat fasho
And these niggahs play for keeps fasho
Bro won’t go he gone squeeze fasho
Designer my feet my teeth fasho
Brand new Glock
I keep ah pole is you really down
I need to know nah I ain’t worried
They ain’t gon do nothin
Put yo foot on on the brake
Press the red button
Wanna start it up
I ain’t saying nothing
Had to hit fast
Heard the feds coming
Niggahs ain’t real
I know bro back up
Gotta watch your bro
Vv’s sit on top of white gold
Yeah niggahs ain’t stopping my blow oh oh

[Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman]Press the gas
Something real fast
While I’m mean muggin
My s hat bent the cornеr
And I hit the block and
I let it rang wherе my opps at
Loudest niggahs talk the most shit
But they love to run to where them cops at
This this appeals to my attitude
When we kill a niggah we don’t throw the tool
Can’t hang with us
Can’t bang with us
Can’t slang with us
You ain’t made the news
Niggah this the truth
I ain’t break the rules
I was front line
Doing everything you was scared to do
Front line with these Cuban links
In the war zone with this pole
On flood the hood with like 10 guns
Next thing you know I got told on
I’m a rare bread ima black sheep
Ima butcher niggah when it come to beef
When they call your name
It’s your turn to kill don’t call me niggah on hood

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