Salute / Pacman lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys
Up in this b*tch until infinity

[Hook]
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
b*tches '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 men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman

[Verse 1]
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'mma 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 b*tch
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 laser
[Hook]
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
b*tches '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 men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman

[Verse 2]
I'm a guardian of the moon, white silver withtattoos
We gon' hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
I don't give a f*ck, I told you, Silver Surfer soldiers
Went to war, it's over, like my cash, my mind got older
I'm wearing my Timberlands, eatin' on marmalade
Living 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

[Bridge]
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 feelings start to grow when there's no more
No more
[Hook]
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
b*tches '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 men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman