[Hook] The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too I'ma, I'ma get a chopper, I'ma, get a chopper Shoot that ho in the face before she try to stop ya' Yung Lean, so fucking proper Sad Boys, we own choppers Put her in that body bag, the ocean's where I'll drop her
[Verse 1] Eat her out, wipe my face with a serviette Rich, feeling legs Creeping in the cut, with a Tommy gun I'ma stomp on your fondue Face looking like Scooby Doo, the groovy one Cannibus, anthrax, paid fast, get stacks Count racks, cash checks, and all that Bad breath, LSD right, creeping 'round like a lab rat Eat her out, kit kat Shorty we can take it real slow, if you wanna Sex and pills, Lean got the marijuana I got so much ice, and these ice creams cost one hunna' You know we gon make it hot, like the summer Shorty she a runner, me so smart, and I can buy you drinks I got money like Obama, Internet Explorer Boys, bitch, we dumb, dumber Hit that cut up, fire shots, make you run up Hit that club up, fire shots, make you run up
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[Verse 2] Lean slice it up BBC, straight, finna bust a nut Sad Boys in the place, lock your daughters up Smoking these greens, killing these fiends Cook an omelette with some fucking baked greens Little chain explosive, I'm fast, I'm C-4 Wake up in the morning and I'm married to a dinosaur Her vagina's sore Click clack click like the liquor store Living life like we in Baltimore Tell the preacher it's a folklore What, for? What, for? Switched out the Ferrari from the double door Smoking Sherman like I'm Dumbledore Humble, poor Hungry hippos and we finna rob the liquor store And we finna rob the liquor store Lean got plenty more
[Outro] Sad Boys, we done opened the door Sad Boys smoking plenty dr