Air It Out Pacman da Gunman & Yhung T.O.

[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Said she never met a niggah like me, no
Baby, Ima thug
Ask around the city
They gone show a niggah love
We them niggahs sending slugs
Really got it out the mud
Pull up on that and we’ll air that shit out
Pull up on that block and we’ll air that shit out
And I’m tatted from my face to my neck
What you think?
Oh, baby ima thug

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Tatted on my face and my neck
I don’t take disrespect
We got Glocks for the cheat
And it don’t cost to get stretched
Before I give a niggas bands
I’ll do a niggah bad
I don’t need a under whip
I’ll do it out a jag
I done did a whole dash hope a niggah don’t crash
Cause a nigga to up
So this weed I won’t pass
Niggah why you еven ask
All these hunniеs, do the math
Say she want a nigga like me
Cause her niggah did her bad