Salut / Pacman

Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches ‘round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain clan
King Yung Lean, let go my hip and she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look like just a fan
Snorting in the bathroom, paranoia where’s my mans
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard they follow me like Pacman

Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
Riding through the city with no ceiling, ain’t no looking up
She just want to tease it, I was leanin’
They looking like us
Touched by the moment
Feeling myself, Imma cut you off
Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
Opening 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 cruising 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 acres

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches ‘round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain clan
King Yung Lean, let go my hip and she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look like just a fan
Snorting in the bathroom, paranoia where’s my mans
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard they follow me like Pacman

I’m a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoo
We gon’ hotbox in the coupe, platonic moves
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 wearing my Timberlands, eating on marmalade
Living in vain, I put sparks in a starter brain

Icy blue veins keep it fade
I’m on a mountain, I pour me a double, shit
I need medicine, pour me a benzopan’
Warlord, but I’m not a cyborg, I’m almost real

Salute to the game, we gon’ get it
I know we will

I know some people that ain’t rocking with me no more
Triple-six, resist and pass out during shows for
Hard feelings 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 clan
King Yun Lean, let go my hip and she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look like just a fan
Snorting in the bathroom, paranoia where’s my man’s
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard they follow me like Pacman