[Intro]
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Yeahhhhhhh
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It's Gucci (Flocka) Flocka!!
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(BRR) Ferrari Boyz in the building
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Vrooom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom
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Catch up!!
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[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
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Everybody know I got a sack man
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I got the whole hood shoppin when the pack in
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You never mix business, with new friends
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All black Benz, you can call it Pac-Man
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[Waka Flocka Flame]
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25 to 10, 9 and the fo'-five on me (pop pop pop pop)
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I don't need no co-D, do it by my lonely
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(CB4) gangsters, man they so (Gusto)
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24/7 all I do is hustle
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Old folks in the hood call me demon
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Triple cup styrofoam, I sip lean man
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Straight slow slippin, man my finger itchy
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I been rappin for three years man I need a mission
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Young boys on that Grove Street man they trappin hard
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Hit the club, 50 deep, fuck a bodyguard
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They say Waka Flocka, always startin riots
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Get money good, motherfuck a dyin
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[Chorus]
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[Gucci Mane]
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I'm the Pac-Man, but it's not Adam Jones
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Bitch it's Gucci Mane, double cup my styrofoam
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I'm on it like I want it, I make you think your house was on it
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I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it
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Me and Wak' Flock', come from the block, straight drop a whole block
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Chop it up then serve the block, call it hip-hop
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Pac-Man with bags of loud and bags of kush I'm bankin
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I just got, 'bout 50 in, and I broke 'em down to onions
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I'm servin, or splurgin, you snitchin, you workin
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I drop off, on purpose, yo' cook-ups, are worthless
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I'm searchin, who's lurkin, you jerkin, I'm turfin
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I just got the pack in, so call me to purchase
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[Chorus]
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PacMan
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Gucci Mane |