pacman lyrics – gucci mane

(with waka flocka flame)

it’s gucci (flocka) flocka!!
(brr) ferrari boyz in the building
vrooom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom
catch up!!

[chorus 2x: gucci mane]
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

[waka flocka flame]
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, f*ck a bodyguard
they say waka flocka, always startin riots
get money good, motherf*ck a dyin


[gucci mane]
i’m the pac-man, but it’s not adam jones
b*tch 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


/ gucci mane lyrics