PacMan - Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame

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Catch up!

Everybody know I got a sack man

I got the whole hood shoppin when the pack in

You never mix business, with new friends

All black Benz, you can call it Pac-Man

25 to 10, 9 and the fo'-five on me (pop pop pop pop)

I don’t need no co-D, do it by my lonely

(CB4) gangsters, man they so (Gusto)

24/7 all I do is hustle

Old folks in the hood call me demon

Triple cup styrofoam, I sip lean man

Straight slow slippin, man my finger itchy

I been rappin for three years man I need a mission

Young boys on that Grove Street man they trappin hard

Hit the club, 50 deep, fuck a bodyguard

They say Waka Flocka, always startin riots

Get money good, motherfuck a dyin

I’m the Pac-Man, but it’s not Adam Jones

Bitch it’s Gucci Mane, double cup my styrofoam

I’m on it like I want it, I make you think your house was on it

I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it

Me and Wak' Flock', come from the block, straight drop a whole block

Chop it up then serve the block, call it hip-hop

Pac-Man with bags of loud and bags of kush I’m bankin

I just got, 'bout 50 in, and I broke 'em down to onions

I’m servin, or splurgin, you snitchin, you workin

I drop off, on purpose, yo' cook-ups, are worthless

I’m searchin, who’s lurkin, you jerkin, I’m turfin

I just got the pack in, so call me to purchase