Its Sad Boy - Yung Gleesh, Yung Lean

Hya

Ayo what you staring at

Hya

Look back sometime

Lean

Lean by the bottle

Goop by the bottle

Who go full throttle

Boof by the bag boy, it’s sad boy

It’s Sad Boy

SWITZERLAND BANK ACCOUNT

Take 10 of my bitches out, five Benzes now, one Jag boy, it’s sad boy

We in the mansion now

Got all of my bands is out

Bad bitch be dancing now

No friends allowed

It’s Sad Boy, Sad Boy

Woke up this morning

Got myself together

Can’t pick which car I’m using boy

Its Sad boy, sad boy

Woke up in Sweden

Pushed a button to the Trump Towers

Chicago

The presidential suite

Trap house at Waldorf, but ain’t shit sweet

I’m geechy than a motherfucker, come fuck Gleesh

For a nigga the situation off the lean

Hopped off the plane in Sweden touch down

And I pictured the swisher to Yung Lean

She so pretty she switchin;

she so mean

I’m in Sweden with swishers and codeine

I’m in vogue but i’m shooting boudeen

Holdin' on to the lexus truck leave the whole thing

Bought my intention to switch it to caffeine

Block it to work it cocaine

Figity my nigga wanna pick up the trigger

Another blocks with the bitches

This shit is bigger

A lot of work

A lot of a work

I had to work it in the kitchen

I had a black ski mask with a black mad chicken

Goin' through these bitches doe I can run away zoe

Black in the pits um oh

I get whatever I want

I can never like it

I can’t fantasize

I can’t never lie

Haha ha aha

West side every side

I got everybody

One time two time three time that’s right

Cloud Smoke, Yellow Diamonds

Its up in the sky where you can’t find me

Outback

Knight Rider

Bitch I’m masterful you can’t deny me

Neo-knife

Bright shining

Alone in this world

Please don’t remind me

When the lighting strikes

Papers flying

I’m youngin with my team fuckin' don’t remind me

Lights out

Iced Out

Somewhere up in space

Can’t tell what time is

Bright lights

Night grinding

Death already behind me

I mean I’mma sad boy

Got a SWITZERLAND BANK ACCOUNT

See me up errywhere

Throwing money

Flying out

Different state

Different day

Sad boys up on errything

Tell it to my bank account

You know we up on errything

Couple hundred on my teeth

Bapesters on my feet

I wake up and my mind is too deep

YUNG LEAN BITCH