Pac SOS (Sink or Swim) (Ft. 10KDunkin, 645AR & Tony Shhnow)
"Pac - SOS (Sink or Swim)" features artists 10KDunkin, 645AR, and Tony Shhnow, blending #HipHop elements with melodic flows. Released in 2023, the song explores themes of resilience, survival, and the struggles of urban life. Its unique vocal styles and catchy beats create an engaging listening experience, resonating with youth culture.
[Chorus: 10kDunkin, Tony Shhnow & 645AR]
Ben Frank in my ear, he keep talkin' to me
Gold in my mouth, when I talk, it ain't cheap
Got paid for a feat, now designer my feet
That Glock my bitch, she walkin' with me
You ain't ever met a nigga move the bag like me (Never)
In the trap with the ones and a brand new tee
That nigga so broke, why the hell he come by?
AR in the cut, he gon' leave your ass dry
AR in the cut with a mothafuckin' Draco
I don't fuck with niggas, so I gotta lay low
Big ass chopper, think I got it from Halo
Me and my brothers cut the check just like Karo
I get in that coupe and I swerve on the turn
Pull up and park the foreign on the curb
These niggas be fu', shit, you live and you learn
Go off what you see, nigga, not what you heard
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
This ain't no damn rental, you know that I bought it (Yeah)
Could sell the whole city, got racks in my closet (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Them shooters around me and they hit often
Brand new Glizzy, that ho awesome
[Verse 2: 645AR]
Glock with that TEC, bitch, wah-wah-wah
Baby, first word, it was, "Racks"
Racks on me, I ain't stressin' 'bout that
Real nigga in the field like a bat
Ben Frank in my ear, he keep talkin' to me
Gold in my mouth, when I talk, it ain't cheap
Got paid for a feat, now designer my feet
That Glock my bitch, she walkin' with me
You ain't ever met a nigga move the bag like me (Never)
In the trap with the ones and a brand new tee
That nigga so broke, why the hell he come by?
AR in the cut, he gon' leave your ass dry
AR in the cut with a mothafuckin' Draco
I don't fuck with niggas, so I gotta lay low
Big ass chopper, think I got it from Halo
Me and my brothers cut the check just like Karo
I get in that coupe and I swerve on the turn
Pull up and park the foreign on the curb
These niggas be fu', shit, you live and you learn
Go off what you see, nigga, not what you heard
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
This ain't no damn rental, you know that I bought it (Yeah)
Could sell the whole city, got racks in my closet (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Them shooters around me and they hit often
Brand new Glizzy, that ho awesome
[Verse 2: 645AR]
Glock with that TEC, bitch, wah-wah-wah
Baby, first word, it was, "Racks"
Racks on me, I ain't stressin' 'bout that
Real nigga in the field like a bat
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