Pacman

[Intro: Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame]

Squad

Yeah, It's Gucci

Flocka, Flocka

Brrr, Gucci

Ferrari boys in this building

Yuuoom, yuoom, yuoom, yuuoom, yuoom, yuoom

Yuuoom, yuoom, yuoom

Catch up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame]

Everybody know I got a sack, man (Huh)

I got the whole hood shoppin' when the pack in (It's Gucci)

You never mix business with new friends (Go)

All black Benz, you can call me Pac-Man (Let's go)

Yeah, everybody know I got a sack, man

I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it

I got the whole hood shoppin' when the pack in

I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it

You never mix business with new friends

All black Benz, you can call me Pac-Man

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

25 to 10, 9 and the .45 on me

I don't need no Co-D, do it by my lonely

CB4 gangstas, man, they so gusto

24/7, all I do is hustle

Old folks in the hood called me demon

Triple cup, styrofoam, I sip lean, man

Straight slow sippin', man, my finger itchin'

I've been rappin' for three years, man, I need a mission

Them boys on that Grove St., man, they trappin' hard

Hit the club fifty deep, fuck a bodyguard

They say Waka Flocka always startin' riots

Get money gut, motherfuck a diet

[Chorus: 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 me Pac-Man

Yeah, 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 me Pac-Man

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

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 haunted

I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it

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

Chop it up to serve the block, call it hip hop

Pac-Man with bags of loud, and bags of kush, I'm bunkin'

I just got about fifty in, I broke them down to onions

I'm servin', I'm splurgin', you snitchin', you workin'

I drop off, on purpose, your cook ups are worthless

I'm searchin', goons lurkin', you jerkin', I'm turfin'

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

[Chorus: 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 me Pac-Man

Yeah, 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 me Pac-Man