One Piece Pacman da Gunman (Ft. Wale)

[Intro]
(SPACENTIME)
(Eye-Q)

[Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman]
Only came to the club to pay somebody rent
Pistol holding pain, judge a nigga by his wrists
Got a neck full of gold, body full of liquor
Now I'm worth a little something, so the gun's bigger
'Bout ten black foreigns and the Brinks truck
He don't wanna miss nothin', scared to blink, huh?
Yeah, Balenciaga cold, but these Pumas fresh
Give me ten thousand ones, I'm finna make a mess
You ain't really popping, she gon' tell you what she wanna do
Leave the club early, take her with me like I'm 'posed to
Fuck her in the sprintеr, in the Benz, or the Brinks
And I sеnd her back in Uber, have her smellin' like me, wow
Saint Laurent, blue strips, and the Ace of Spades
I done fucked the bitch rough and made her brain the gang
Gun in my briefs, gun for the beef
Guns in the club with promoters with me, ayy

[Chorus: Pacman da Gunman]
I like them Cancers, I like them Libras
I like the mid-month Aries, they believers
I like them Cancers, I like them Libras
I like the mid-month Aries, they believers
I like 'em open, I like 'em bad
I like 'em in that one piece with some ass
I like 'em open, I like 'em bad
I like 'em in that one piece with some ass