PAC ME Lyrics

Y'all gonna have to Pac me

Talking all that Moxe

My bitch wit the OnlyFans y'all chillin' in the box seat

This the type the money

Tell them fuck em send the proxy

I'm livin' at a top speed

The Glock be

Ridin' shotgun where the bomb be

Drop me

Like a fuckin' Jordan 2 you bots never cop me

Just stop it

Y'all been playing checkers this monopoly

Misogynistic

I'm yellin' fuck you in italics for the stylistics

Five digits

Bout to run the game wit no investment

That's just my ego and he clearly growing desperate

Vespids

You gone have to Pac me

Hangin' out the window on Flamingo wit the Glock B

That's not you it's not me

Better chance they go and try to slip me something Cosby

That the type of pistol whip to come equip wit Plan B

These the type of dudes who think they mother fucking Fonzie

Lookin like a hybrid vibe G Eazy Halsey

So be easy saucy

These lesbians went feminine and lost me

I can't support this type of movement dude I'm feelin nausey

You prolly gone cause me

To go into a palsy

I grew up on that Pac shit and this is what he taught me

I might have to bomb first

Monster

Not the type under your bed bitch I'm the mobster

To call your house breathe and hang it up at all hours

Sending messages wit no message that's the power

You due for it

Get you waxed for a Newport

Ridin' deep in the two door

Make em wanna do themselves like them two doors

Suicide

Too deprived

Of the prize

So I size

Your suit and tie

Hop on now while they still askin' bout who am I

Shit

Lets call it random amnesia

The first million I make imma forget you in the bleachers

You leeches been leeching

I'm waitin' all season but the stands

Lookin like like someone went COVID sneezin'

Shit

I'm the reason

I'm the heathen

Contemplating how cold I be?

How could I?

If you askin' give your ass only one reply

Fuck you and anyone else who wants to question why

Let's see

I was mistreated

Mislabeled

Shit is no mystery why I would go Mysterio

Cheerio

I ain't talking cereal when I say I'm going serial

Danger to society

Man y'all ain't gotta lie to me

I just want my damn six star notoriety

Spittin' sick bars your shit like my sobriety

I hate it

Spittin' in the face of compliancy

Imagine you denying me

Oh soaked in irony

Lucky I don't eat you for the Iron and Vita B

But I'm so focused on my 22 dieting

We gone have to settle for some rioting

Maybe I'm just biased

But the truth is in the science

Life is all timing

I was born too-late

Or I'd be all-timing

Hall of fame old-timer

Instead I'm stuck here still dealin' wit these toddlers

Eric Harris of the new school next semester honors

4-22 I'mma blow like a bomb