Lyrics Pac Man - ATM NACHO

Was feeling lost now Im back in my
Ways same yungin from back in the days
Been stacking and flipping dis cake Im getting this pack off
Bitch I am the pac man I feel like Im trapped in a maze
I run it up like I was racing track & field Olympic participation
Quit all that flexing and quit all that
Faking I′ll have my yungin spin ta bin and take it

I stack it and save it riding round juugin doing mental calculation
Yes Im getting paypa woke up made a band wit no complications
Never choke up flow though spit it off da top no concentration
I roll up baseball bats knock it out da park Ima face it
Olle her ass fat bt I want my lap where her face is
Im smoking gas first class higher den a plane is
Im smoking gas Im higher den a

Spaceship Im getting cheese NACHO my name bitch

Was feeling lost now Im back in my
Ways same yungin from back in the days
Been stack'n & flip′n dis cake Im getting this pack off
Bitch I am the pac man I feel like Im trapped in a maze
I run it up like I was racing track & field Olympic participation

Quit all that flexing and quit all that
Faking I'll have my yungin spin ta bin and take it

Im riding round roofless keep a smoke sac thats 2 zips
Im riding round roofless keep a strap tucked leave you toothless
Blue bandana tied around my neck in da stu damn Im too Crip
I could make wat u make all year all in just 2 flips
Watch me quarterback drop back toss a pac call me Cam Newton

Yea I run it up never fumble better never cross me is you stupid
GETting MONEY is my ATTITUDE nigga better join the movement
Most these niggas middle men dont got pac bt try to move it

Was feeling lost now Im back in my
Ways same yungin from back in the days
Been stack'n & flip′n dis cake Im getting this pack off

Bitch I am the pac man I feel like Im trapped in a maze
I run it up like I was racing track & field Olympic participation
Quit all that flexing and quit all that
Faking I′ll have my yungin spin ta bin and take it

On a roll again cant wait to start doing shows again
Bitches wanna cuff NACHO bt kno theres no controlling him
Niggas plotting to rob him but they cant get that close to him
Im getting cheese I need multimillions I want M&Ms
I feel like 50 niggas wishing death on me no many men
Coaching niggas like Coach Carter run some laps around da gym
Flexing like he got it have my yungin spin ya
Bin Yes I really got it nigga I do not pretend
Feeling like Duane Martin cuz I ball Above the Rim
I spend 2 stacks Zack & Cody nigga call em
Twins profit 2 back now Tia & Tamera chill wit dem
Hit da gas go outer space watch my sole leave my
Skin Im rolling up again I be blowing like da wind
I took a couple Ls now its time for me to win
Im pac up like Im moving Im just tryna settle in
Thoughts of creeping on his block cuz he sold me a stolen Benz
Quit all dat flexing and quit all dat
Faking I'll have my yungin spin ya bin and take it

Run it up like I was racing track & field Olympic participation
Getting dis pac off bitch I am the
Pac man I feel like Im trapped a maze
Was lost now Im back in my ways same yunin from back in da days
Been stack′n & flip'n dis cake

Was feeling lost now Im back in my
Ways same yungin from back in the days
Been stack′n & flip'n dis cake Im getting this pack off
Bitch I am the pac man I feel like Im trapped in a maze
I run it up like I was racing track & field Olympic participation
Quit all that flexing and quit all that
Faking I′ll have my yungin spin ta bin and take it