Oceans 2001 (Prod. Gregar)

Sadboys, 2002
Unknown Death 2001

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 fuckin' proper
Sadboys, 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, feelin' legs, creepin' in the cut, with a Tommy gun
I'ma stomp on your fondue, face lookin' like Scooby Doo, the groovy one
Cannabis, anthrax, paid fast, get stacks
Count racks, cash checks, and all that
Bad breath, LSD right, creepin' 'round like a lab rat
Eat her out, Kit Kat

Shawty, 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
Shawty, 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 the shots, make you run up
Hit that club up, fire the shots, make you run up

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 fuckin' proper
Sadboys, 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
Sadboys in the place, lock your daughters up
Smokin' these greens, killin' these fiends
Cook an omelette with some fuckin' baked greens
Little chain of explosives, 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
Livin' life like we in Baltimore
Tell the preacher it's a folklore
What, for? What, for?
Switched out the Ferrari from the double door
Smokin' 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
Sadboys, we done opened the door
Sadboys smokin' plenty dro

Shouts out to Gregar, haha, haha!