PACMAN ​yvngxchris

[Chorus]
Black tint on a black whip
Saks Fifth, cashout just ask him (Ask that nigga)
Talk down then I smacked him
Rundown bitch, I'ma Amazon track him
Lil' thot ready to get active
Get high I'm sparkling up that spliff
And my life a game it take practice
And I'm getting paid just for rappin'

[Verse]
I'm a Batman (Batman)
Hit her then go ghost like Pac-Man (Pac-Man)
Absent, why the fuck your fans put your tape in a trash can? (Trash)
Ya shit suck, hell nah I can't tap in (Tap in)
Niggas copy style and swag jackin' (Jackin')
Took my DJ, took notes as I backflip (Fuck it)
I find that shit weird, I find that shit odd
But I let it slide cause brodie my dawg (Dawg)
And I’m ridin' with him right or wrong (Wrong)
They ask me like why you never drop? (Drop)
I be tryna blame Columbia
But it take me a year to write a song (It's my fault)
Shut the city with shit I made off the phone
Used to fantasize 'bout Nia Long
I can't wait 'til it's just mе and her alone
Can't wait 'til my shit up on the radios, and I sing along
Got so big my homеtown like, “That guy sold his soul”
Ex-ho missed me, she like, “You done with so and so?”
Way bigger way richer, bitch nigga not even comin' close (Comin’ close)
Sit back on a beach, see the waves, nigga kickin' shit and poppin’ out (Poppin’ out)