Salute / Pacman
Yung Leandoer
Sadboys
Up in this bitch until infinity
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
Ridin' through the city with no ceiling, ain't no lookin' up
She just want to tease it, I was leanin', they lookin' like us
Touched by the moment, feelin' myself, I'ma cut you off
Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
Openin' my eyes like I ain't never lived
You know who I'm with, ten-million hits
Put me on your song, I got killer instincts
Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my bitch
Avenger in the night, I be cruisin' grand whips
Slayers, stacks like the mayor
Pager, she gon' hit me on my pager
Later, gon' get it now or later
All I want is to get rich, buy a house and some lasers
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
I'm a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoos
We gon' hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
I don't give a fuck, I told you, Silver Surfer soldiers
Went to war, it's over, like my cash, my mind got older
I'm wearin' my Timberlands, eatin' on marmalade
Livin' in vain, I put sparks in a starter brain
Hop out with ice, and I look like a target train
Icy blue veins keep it real 'cause the market fake
I'm on a mountain, I pour me a double seal
And I need medicine, pour me a benzopan'
Warlord, but I'm not a cyborg, I'm almost real
Salute to the gang, we can get it
I know we will
I know some people that ain't rockin' with me no more
Triple six, resist and pass out during shows for
Hard feelin's start to grow when there's no more
No more
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Sadboys
Up in this bitch until infinity
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
Ridin' through the city with no ceiling, ain't no lookin' up
She just want to tease it, I was leanin', they lookin' like us
Touched by the moment, feelin' myself, I'ma cut you off
Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
Openin' my eyes like I ain't never lived
You know who I'm with, ten-million hits
Put me on your song, I got killer instincts
Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my bitch
Avenger in the night, I be cruisin' grand whips
Slayers, stacks like the mayor
Pager, she gon' hit me on my pager
Later, gon' get it now or later
All I want is to get rich, buy a house and some lasers
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
I'm a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoos
We gon' hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
I don't give a fuck, I told you, Silver Surfer soldiers
Went to war, it's over, like my cash, my mind got older
I'm wearin' my Timberlands, eatin' on marmalade
Livin' in vain, I put sparks in a starter brain
Hop out with ice, and I look like a target train
Icy blue veins keep it real 'cause the market fake
I'm on a mountain, I pour me a double seal
And I need medicine, pour me a benzopan'
Warlord, but I'm not a cyborg, I'm almost real
Salute to the gang, we can get it
I know we will
I know some people that ain't rockin' with me no more
Triple six, resist and pass out during shows for
Hard feelin's start to grow when there's no more
No more
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where's my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Credits
Writer(s): Ludwig Rosenberg, Jonatan Leandoer Hastad
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