Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
b**hes ’round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my [?]
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 man’s
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all ’round 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 lookin’ 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
Open up my eyes like I ain’t never lived
You know who, I win. ten-million hits
Put me on your song, I got k**er instincts
Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my b**h
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
b**hes ’round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my [?]
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 man’s
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all ’round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Im a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoo
We gon’ hotbox in the coupe, [?]
I don’t give a f**, I told you
Silver surfer soldiers
Went to war, it’s over like [?]
My mind got older
I’m wearing my timberlands, eating on marmalade
Living in [?] then I put sparks in a starter brain
[?]
Icy blue veins keep it [?]
Im on a mountain, I pour me a double, sh**
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 real
I know some people that ain’t rocking with me no more
Triple-six, resist and pa** out during shows for
Hard feelings start to grow when [?] no more
No more
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
b**hes ’round the yard they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my [?]
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 ’round the yard they follow me like Pacman