Russ Millions ft. CH, Buni, Ra, YV - Salute Lyrics

(Sebz Beats, baby)

Gunman salute (bap, bap, bap, yeah)
Get a gut feelin', might switch up the route (bap, bap, bap, feet)
Toes in the air when I mash up the pooch (bap)
I'm a toxic prick, tryna give her my yute (uh)
Doggy that, break her back into two
Ro-rock that bed, go straight to the moon
With bare gunman when I step in the room (bap, bap)
Tryna shoot mans' head, try take off the roof (bullet, shatai)

Gunman salute (bap, bap, bap, yeah)
Get a gut feelin', might switch up the route (bap, bap, bap, feet)
Toes in the air when I mash up the pooch (bap)
I'm a toxic prick, tryna give her my yute (uh)
Doggy that, break her back into two
Ro-rock that bed, go straight to the moon
With bare gunman when I step in the room (bap, bap)
Tryna shoot mans' head, try take off the roof (bullet, shatai)

I hate when a girl wanna chat-chat
Act if you come 'round here, we gon' spin right back
Yeah, it's funny 'til now, 'til there's strokes and tents
If you're GMD then you're more than a friend (my block)
If we pull up on you, I'm predictin' death
Guns, money and drugs, we're some violent men (brrt)
Tuck two-step with a two-step
If we're two-step guys in white just setting up tents (brrt)
BR hit like hi-hats
That's my size that, babe, don't mind that (oii, oii)
CH that's my slime that
Four-roll action, blow your whole mind back (boom)
Yo, get back, GMD never set back
Yo, let that anywhere, gang press that
Select that, any type, we get that
Gunshot, dead boy, resurrect that

Gunman salute (bap, bap, bap, yeah)
Get a gut feelin', might switch up the route (bap, bap, bap, feet)
Toes in the air when I mash up the pooch (bap)
I'm a toxic prick, tryna give her my yute (uh)
Doggy that, break her back into two
Ro-rock that bed, go straight to the moon
With bare gunman when I step in the room (bap, bap)
Tryna shoot mans' head, try take off the roof (bullet, shatai)

I might spread more burners, GBH in an attempted murder
Still takin' Ls, but, listen, I'm learnin'
Touch-touch boy and we spinnin' for certain (right now)
Rise up for bro, any time, boy, you know this
do it, got gotty, got crushin' up Focus
Lucky, I do it, had a wap ting with a smoke ting
Cuz got tints, biggie, do not approach this
My white ting got a back like Alexis Texas
My brownin' got a clean extension
Make the place get dark, inception
Creep in ya head like a brain infection
Bad things with the right intention
Thought that the ting was a game like Tetris
Free my dawgs inside, that's benchin'
My C-cup ting got a back that's mental

Gunman salute (bap, bap, bap, yeah)
Get a gut feelin', might switch up the route (bap, bap, bap, feet)
Toes in the air when I mash up the pooch (bap)
I'm a toxic prick, tryna give her my yute (uh)
Doggy that, break her back into two
Ro-rock that bed, go straight to the moon
With bare gunman when I step in the room (bap, bap)
Tryna shoot mans' head, try take off the roof (bullet, shatai)

Gunman salute (bap, bap, bap, yeah)
Get a gut feelin', might switch up the route (bap, bap, bap, feet)
Toes in the air when I mash up the pooch (bap)
I'm a toxic prick, tryna give her my yute (uh)
Doggy that, break her back into two
Ro-rock that bed, go straight to the moon
With bare gunman when I step in the room (bap, bap)
Tryna shoot mans' head, try take off the roof (bullet, shatai)