F'd Up

[Verse 1: Yung Lean] I'm rolling in an SUV All this money, I count it on me Count it like a count machine Rolling up a blunt laced up in codeine I'm rolling off a magic Harry Potter bean The shawty on my side, she looking out for me Smelling like dope on my drivers seat Hop off bitches taking pics of Thaiboy and Yung Lean Dirt bike bitches, yeah I'm on a roll I see evil spirits like shadows where I go I be with all my bros We just took three laps all around the globe My boy said he don't wanna live no more [Hook: Yung Lean x2] We grinding hard, dope razor blade on my chest Getting dough, smoking dope, I think I am obsessed My future's looking brighter than my urine test S-A-D-B-O-Y-S [Verse 2: Thaiboy Digital] Finna, finna feed my world Finna switch it up, this is not enough Man, they done fucked up Man, Thaiboy all off a cup I be rolling in like I'm foreign Yung Thaiboy, you know that I'm fucking foreign I'm with Leany and we touring Man, my Nike shoes cost a fortune I had to hold on for a second So you can catch me when I flex All you niggas make no sense And yeah I don't make no sense [Hook x2]