Yung Lean Hoover

Text: Hook Leeaaann Fattest bag around, tell the law when I dont fuck with The saddest firm around, turn to dogs if they barkin on me Bag filled with white life, lets throw it in the drawer, homie Leave my body in the night, wake up with some liquor on me Wake up with some liquor in me Wake up and the world is empty Wake up, bet my bag is empty Wake up, take a trip to Paris Verse Two dead rats and I see a gallon Got alotta shit in my bag like Santa Bitches see me, hoes gettin tantrum Rockstar bitch, I m like Marilyn Manson Dirt on my face, bitches think I m handsome 18, but my money likes expansion Me and my boys, we just styled in Aspen After breakfast, people call us madmen I ve always been this way and I call them hasbeens Never gave a fuck it s like it never mattered Accept the actions, forget the sanction Blowin smoke in your face, became a dragon Money in my right and my left hand Ridin on a horse with a dead man Xans in my left hand Hook Leeaaann Fattest bag around, tell the law when I d