Yung Gleesh, Yung Lean - Its Sad Boy lyrics

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 pit's 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