Yung Lean - Salute / Pacman lyrics

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