[Lyric] James Harden (Pacman Of 600)

[Chorus 1](x2)
They juss want a nigga fuck up get set back
James harden on em yea a nigga had to step back
Count a few racks while I'm smoking on jet lag
Glock gone hit em n his face like air bag
These lil niggas out here don't want combat
Bro gotta new XD its compact
Throwing em bullets like quarter drop back
You a'int gotta hit it get high off contact

[Verse]
Fucked her before we could make it dinner
She fuck with me cuz she see ima winner
I fuck with her cuz I think I can build her
I fuck with me cuz i'm me i'm that nigga
I purchase the bag get it gone I deliver
A'int loosing my focus i'm finna get richer
Road trip to Cali we cruising thru Denver
Say what i want no I don't go not censor
Get me some money I been independent
Got family to feed gotta feed my dependents
Shorty keep looking at me and she temping
I'm peeping her thru these Cartier lenses
Serve food to a j like work at corrections
He dont want smoke nigga i can detect it
Street nigga gotta heart like Kevin
PacMan so hard but he don't get no credit
A'int talm bro out Chester but im bout my cheese tho
Riding the rental talm number like bingo
Don't ask were i been all these racks i bring home
I leave a nigga stretched out like Cleo
[Chorus 2](x2)
They juss want a nigga fuck up get set back
James harden on em yea a nigga had to step back
Count a few racks while i'm smoking on jet lag
Glock gone hit em n his face like air bag
These lil niggas out here don't want combat
Bro gotta new XD its compact
Throwing em bullets like quarter drop back
You ain't gotta hit it get high off contact