Sad boys, 2002

Unknown death, 2001.

[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.

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.

[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.

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

? 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.

Sad boys, we done opened the door

Sad boys smoking plenty dro

Shouts out to gregar.