Pacman Da Gunman - Did That lyrics

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Pacman Da Gunman - Did That lyrics

[Intro] (SPACENTIME) [Chorus: Pacman da Gunman] Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at [Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman] Two bricks on my neck, tryna walk straight ni**as barely catchin' up, fu*k it, though, they all late Cuban links presidential, talkin' all summer Bought a building in the business, payin' all the runners Cold Ace, gettin' drunk in my new space Bought a chopper and a maid, ni**a, for the new place Flip b*tch just sent a text askin' where I been Probably on the road countin' money in the Benz Yeah, she double back with a text, said she love me If I tell her back, on the hood, she probably lucky Not a fool, only really want me for the money I can tell she a ho by the way she su*k me When you focus on yourself, it'll make you rich When you wanna show it off, you put it on your wrist When they playin' both sides, shoot 'em off the fence fu*k how they feel, at the end, it'll make sense [Chorus: Pacman da Gunman] Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Huh, I'm with Pacman (ni**a) Rich ni**a, tell your ho give me lap dance (Come here, ho) You be cappin' in your raps, you got rap friends (Lame ni**a) You ain't never touch a— we can't slap hands (Uh) Yeah, pull that MAC out (b*tch) Shoot a goofy in his head, I don't slapbox (Baow) You the type to see the hoes, try to act out (Lame) Yeah, I'll pop a bean, be done blacked out (Ugh) Call cuz, if it's up, bring the K over (Hello?) I just went to VLIVE, threw a Range Rover (All hundreds) I got all my ni**as eatin', bring a plate over (Yeah) Up the Drac, spray a ni**a ride, he gotta paint it over (Damn) I went right up out the feds, got my bag right (Got it) Bust Cuban got my neck like a flashlight (Bust it) Chopper standin' by my leg, I can't stand right (Uh-uh) If this was The Source days, I'd get five mics, ugh [Chorus: Pacman da Gunman] Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at [Verse 3: Pacman da Gunman] I can teach you how to do it, just remain humble Put some money to the side just in case you fumble Kick them ni**as out your business, they just wanna hurt you Learn everything you know tryna ride or work you Ask me how I know, ni**a been a victim to it Watch the ones that fall in love, them ni**as get addicted to it They ain't loyal, wanna learn, you can follow me Put 'em on, steal the throne, they'll probably ni**as probably been jealous from the start, ni**a That's why I brung my gun every time a ni**a park, ni**a Over years, I done learned ni**as Judas now I ain't finna play they games, I'ma shoot 'em down Got a driver with a gun, fu*k an Uber now Penthouse in the valley, in the hill a half a mile I'm the way and the wave, ain't no stoppin' this ni**as tried to play me, call a meeting, it's time to politic [Chorus: Pacman da Gunman] Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast ni**as braggin' off some sh*t, but we done did that When you makin' all this money, hard to kick back Threw away the Glock, now tell me where the SIG at