Top Songs By Pacman da Gunman
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damonte Lyles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B Major
Producer
Raer One
Producer
Syphon323
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Tell them how I caught my first murder charge
Nah you tell them how you caught your first murder
I caught my first murder case
A **** opened up my closet up
The money hit him on the head and the **** died
Hundred racks on his neck
Hundred racks on his neck
God damn
You know he really from the set
God damn
He will die for respect
God damn
He told them **** cut a check
God damn
To a boss from a shooter
God damn
Hundred pounds in a Uber
God damn
Sig sauer had a ruler
God damn, God damn, God damn
Presidential rose gold
Fuck with him is like cooking on a broke stove
Or even worse seeing your mama with no clothes on
Imagine that doing powder with a broke nose
So surreal, ain't it
Told her no, then the bitch fainted
Heard that I fell off
That's the picture that the **** painting
Ask em how they feel now
It's getting real now
Make them **** bite the bullet gotta chill now
This is how I sound when the bird fly
That's another lost **** when the dove fly
Where's your loyalty is none of your blood huh
You really hate P A C just because huh
Yeah I know
Hundred racks on his neck
God damn
You know he really from the set
God damn
He will die for respect
God damn
He told them **** cut a check
God damn
To a boss from a shooter
God damn
Hundred pounds in a Uber
God damn
Sig sauer had a ruler
God damn God damn God damn
Range Rover matte black
Treat this bitch just like a rental but it's not that
He ain't even drop the music how he buy that
He been on for a minute can't deny that
Can't deny that
Not the **** that I used to be
Had to go and get some salt for them leeches that was using me
Never knew how this view would be
Trying to see if that's the sky or the ocean it's confusing me
I just laugh when I'm
Looking down on the mad bitches
Acting cute with the bad odors
Broke **** acting rich on their friend's sofas
They just happy with their fame that's what Nip told us
Hundred racks on his neck
God damn
You know he really from the set
God damn
He will die for respect
God damn
He told them **** cut a check
God damn
To a boss from a shooter
God damn
Hundred pounds in a Uber
God damn
Sig sauer had a ruler
God damn God damn God damn
This one man he played dumb
He ain't even know that I had my gun
Was a big fat deadly strap hundred round drum
Them type of clips called a honey bun
Now I'm Cuban shopping in the diamond district
Almost left it in the car
I tell myself Pac you gotta get it
You a trophy wearing trophies **** why I risk it
Tighten up and think about it **** you done did it
Yeah as I'm walking up in nova
See a group of **** seven deep and I ain't know em
Let these **** try and on my son I'ma show them that
If they reach they go die cause I ain't going
Hundred racks on his neck
God damn
You know he really from the set
God damn
He will die for respect
God damn
He told them **** cut a check
God damn
To a boss from a shooter
God damn
Hundred pounds in a Uber
God damn
Sig sauer had a ruler
God damn God damn God damn
God damn God damn God damn
Written by: Damonte Lyles
