Salute / Pacman - Yung Lean

Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys

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 men?

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

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 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 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

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

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 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, 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

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

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 men?

Salute to the gang, know where we hang

Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman