Salute / Pacman

Lyrics for Salute / Pacman

Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys Up in this bitch 'til infinity 'Kay 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 Snorting 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 Riding through the city with no ceiling, ain't no looking up She just wanna tease it, I was leanin', they looking like us Touched by the moment, feeling myself, I'ma 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 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 laser 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 Snorting 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 with 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 wearing my Timberlands, eating 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 Yeah, 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 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 gland Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan Snorting 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