Pac Man lyrics

[Intro: 24Lik]
Kaio
Big 24 sh*t

[Verse 1: 24Lik]
The way this rap sh*t payin' me, might not shoot another beam (I swear)
Like I direct movies, I pull up shootin' on the scene (Doot-doot-doot-doot)
It ain't drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean? (f*ck is that?)
Thought that b*tch done tooted up, put it on your tone ring
Every n*gga walkin' with me got a watch and that b*tch bling (Bling)
Don't get your ass popped, jumping into sh*t you ain't into (Doot-doot-doo)
Even when I play football, I kept a stick on me (That b*tch on me)
The Glock ain't tryna take you on a date when it's hittin' on you
f*ck around and shoot the party up, leave the hit rollin'
I ain't even put it in yet, got this b*tch moanin' (Ahh)
di*k game got her ass hype, she need melatonin (b*tch calm down)
Hit hеr from the back, this b*tch lil pus*y got some power (Mmm)
Brain so dumb, shе coulda played zeke off the power (Damn)
Just popped a perc and an addy, I'm finna go some hours
No I don't want that pus*y, b*tch if it's smellin' sour (Get the f*ck off)
She eat it up like Pac-Man when I'm in the shower
Just f*cked two 5'11 hoes, call them Twin Towers (Damn)
Long legs and long head, man this b*tch a stallion (Sheesh)
Got a Chinese b*tch, but she look Italian (Sheesh)
Call my TEC Draymond 'cause it'll get to foulin' (Doot-doot-doo)
[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
TLC, I'm always creepin', drinkin' pink but it ain't Easter
Don't really f*ck with rap hoes, they wanna f*ck and get a feature
You still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it
Deacon BFB, I pray over the syrup before I drink it (Amen)
I call her "Pooty Booty" when we f*ck she always queefin'
Her daddy black and momma white, saved her number under "Zebra"
Show a n*gga how to eat, they still wantin' me to feed them
b*tch I got three kids I gotta feed, go suck a p*nis
Sneak always tryna slide, I might give big bro a brick
When I was f*cked up in Houston, didn't nobody give me sh*t
Told my side b*tch I'm sorry, man I bust her on the lip
I told the b*tch I'm boutta c*m and she wouldn't get up off my di*k (Uh)
Perc' 30 Pack, get a script and get some fent'
My monger longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my sh*t
I invest in my hoes, I might go and frost my wrist
My granny dipped in my stash and I went across her sh*t
Don't judge me, man I know I got some crazy lines
He think that's his kid, but I'm knowin' that that baby mine
Finesse he drinkin' green, he think it's red, hit him with the dye
I been that n*gga way back when Snow had a lazy eye
Big Lunch Crew, get slumped crew
"Oh man that b*tch a sl*t," chill, I'm a sl*t too
Keep the blick under my stomach, sh*t, but I'll punch too
You get money, I can't get none with you, then it's f*ck you, n*gga
[Outro]
Hahahahahaha, The Lunch Crew Company