PacMan Runts (feat. PB Dutch)

Baby I don't want ya body Addicted to Grinding Baby I don't want yo Body just gimme that brain you ain't Bad enough He said he the plug but he paging my line for the oz of the gas it Adding My lil jit in the trap rippin baggies up My lil yea super thick know she bad as f*ck They both wit the smoke like a pack of runts They both wit the smoke like a pack of runts Riding thru yo city Booling with a baddie she that pressure baby so exotic Pussy got that power despotic She a demon wit it shawty so demonic Make a lame nigga prolly lose his mental I'm too playa shawty let's just keep it simple Ima boss baby ain't no other me I got options plenty of fish up in the sea And free the real f*ck 12 Close mouth My nigga I won't tell Whole 448 on the scale Buy low sell high can't fail Tell them niggas come and Shop shop shop Baby we just want that Guap Guap Guap Man I can't even cap shit I had to Spin the block Shanty got that Wap Wap Wap See it's all about the Benjamin's I don't play bout that paper if you owe pay ya dividends If a nigga want smoke ima boss make a call Like the mafia bitch I can get you clip Dutch with the pressure snowbunny a Steppa we on the same paige make a hit I'm Feeling like shep ball above the rim And I'm grinding so hard just to flood the wrist