Ghetto Superstar Pakman Jitt (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What's happenin'?
Pakman Jitt
Guwop
Woo, go!

[Chorus: Pakman Jitt]
Real trap nigga real ghetto superstar
I pull up in that foreign car
Snatch off with ya broad
Pull up, I'll pull ya card
Real trap nigga real ghetto superstar
I pull up in that foreign car
Snatch off with ya broad
Pull up, I'll pull ya card

[Verse 1: Pakman Jitt]
Plug keep callin', he say that sack on the way
Want some Perkys and some plates, that's a double plate
Born a trap nigga, I don't know no other way
My apologies, I caught your bitch the other day
Middle fingers to my haters, that baby Nina with me
Free my nigga Gucci, he was dreaming with me
I was water whippin' whiter than some Colgate
Now I'm applyin' pressure from an eighth to a whole plate
Trappin' all night, we used to race to the cars
100K strong, that's a trap superstar
We ain't sparring nann groupie bitch
All about that sack, boy, Pak, I'll go lunatic
Pull up with no roof and shit to show 'em I do this shit
I'm on a new level and I bought a new bezel
Nah, I ain't gangbangin' but I'll bang bang
I got on 8 chains and I just sold 8 thangs