Waka Flocka Flame - Pacman lyrics

[Hook x2] 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 Pacman [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] 25 to 10, 9 and the .45 on me I don't need no Colt, do it by my lonely CB4 gangstas, man they so gusto 24/7, all I do is hustle Old folks in the hood callin' me man 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, f** a bodyguard They say Waka Flocka always startin' riots, get money gut, motherf** a diet [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm the Pacman, but it's not Adam Jones b**h 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, stright drop a whole block Chop it up to serve the block, call it hip hop Pacman 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 [HOOK]