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Salute lyrics Russ ft. Westside Gunn & Styles P – CHOMP 2

Salute lyrics Russ ft. Westside Gunn & Styles P – CHOMP 2

Salute song is sung by artist Russ ft. Westside Gunn & Styles P. This Hip Hop Music lyrics is written and music produced by Russ. This song is from ‘CHOMP 2‘ (2021) Hip Hop album. If you are searching for ‘Salute’ Song Lyrics English Font, this is the right post for you. label –

Russ “Salute” lyrics ft. Westside Gunn & Styles P

[Intro: Russ]
Yeah, CHOMP 2
9th Wonder
Yeah, let me talk to ’em
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Russ]
The sun is beamin’ down, I’m wrapped up in the light
May never be fulfilled ’cause with the mill’ comes the appetite
[?], I make a fortune, y’all just tappin’ the screens
She askin’ me if I’m a player, ’bout to draft her on the team
I got this fiend from my shattered dreams and let it propel me
I got the juice like Martin Nelly
My succеss it feels stealthy, under the radar
Stay out thе graveyard, my momma praise hard
I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar
Rockstar, semi [?]
Good neighbor like Stephan so people go to war for me like Braveheart
I told the pilot, “Keep the plane parked”
We out celebratin’ (Yeah)
My shows are spiritual, you’ll think the crowd’s levitatin’ (Yeah)
I’m still acceleratin’, this ain’t my top speed
I feel like the one, I can’t be worried ’bout top threes
You swimmin’ in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough
I swam through the storms, and now the waves don’t affect much
They mad, I stay blessed up (Yeah)
They’d rather me messed up (Yeah)
They tryna stop my movement but it’s you who’s gon’ get stucked (Haha)
I stay in tune, they be chasin’ loose
Pumpin’ poison to the people, I remain immune
Homies carry sticks like they playin’ pool, they play it cool, you never know (Be cool)
You get the door once who you let it go
You better grow over it, keep your soul nourished
Gotta watch your words around the media, they always got the phones up, tell ’em, “No [?]” (Weirdos)
I told my momma, “Go purchase anything you desire”
Another million dollar wire, in the midst of the fire
The sharpest steel gets made and I’m immersed in the flame
The people cursin’ my name, the person that I became
Is someone who can get burnt and not be hurt by the pain
But I ain’t gon’ lie to you, man, at first it was strange
I yearn for the rain, somethin’ to reverse or restore
‘Til I embraced and it flipped it, now it can’t hurt me no more, yeah
[Chorus: Russ]
I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute)
Whether it’s this side, over there it’s that side
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my heart’s chromed, I trapped a .9 on my [?]
Made it a half a gram, sure can’t decide though (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
[?] to get me goin’, Palm Angels was fallin’ off the sky
[?] shake up the leg
The Johnny [?] lookin’ like Winnipegs
Cocaine [?] were misbehavin’ like a ceilin’ fan
Smellin’ [?], let’s make a movie, bitch
Go to JJ, let’s get a two piece, I’m tryna do me
Got the two-seater, you never seen one (Skrr)
Just bought a new, Austin, new whip
Been the machine gun (Grrrrrttt)
Never live life of a Flintsone
I play ball, I could’ve win D1
The feeling so deep [?]
Each one teach one
Sittin’ in a cell like nigga gon’ be somethin’
We doin’ walk ups, no drivebys today (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
[?], gumbo, shrimp and filet (And filet)
Catch a nigga for his jewels [?]
Niggas came back with some big shit, that shit spray (Grr, grrt, grrtt)
Neck look like that, corduroy toys, pickin’ out the left wing, we bling joy
What’s the math for a [?] miraculous?
Seventeen karats at my ears, what’s gold? It’s just some [?]

[Chorus: Russ & Styles P]
I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute, Let’s go, Russ)
Whether it’s this side, over there it’s that side (SP the ghost, D-Block, yeah)
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute)

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Yeah, kickin’ the mic’, Mr. Wicked on the mic (Wicked)
It’s a undisputed fact
I ain’t sleepin’ on the ice, I can be in a snow storm and feel hot (Hot)
Yeah, I’m healthy but I’m the sickest in the set (Sickest)
Blicker and a knife, and some nights and some weed like a lifelong with Russ
B King from 9th (9th)
Told ’em I’m the tenth one then maybe the first (I just may be)
I could kill ’em with a thought or maybe a verse
I got the handgun, homie, but the .9 in the purse
Not a man bag, thought your man had your back
Then he sold me, split up your front
Have it last, ha
Me, I’m in LAX, just ran from New York like LA next (That’s next)
MIA after that (That’s after)
Cross me then it’s MIA after that (Woo)
No ghost buss the .9 even with a plasma gas (Uh-huh)
This a code red, I am a old head (I’m a cold head)
Get popped by a skinny chick, ridin’ the mopad (Get popped)
Locked with no dreads (Uh-huh)
You niggas see the drill when I’m here
Ask different kid, then you throw bread in that [?] (I did)
You know I got a brain for war but I’m coolin’ now (I’m cool)
‘Cause I got the chains, the stores, yeah
And we movin’ health in the hood (We movin’ health)
You salute us, you gon’ need help in your hood (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Russ]
I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute)
Whether it’s this side, over there it’s that side
Look how they salutin’ me (Salute, salute)

Song Name: Salute
Artist: Russ ft. Westside Gunn & Styles P
Lyrics: Russ
Album: CHOMP 2 (2021)
Release Date: 08-11-2021

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