x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one me Stocktown, town, SBE I give a fuck about no one except Lean
1: Yung Lean] I'm smokin' double pack, Louis bag, get that money stack Trouble's back, I don't a fuck we jump out the back, where they at? We leave all in a zig-zag Roll it up, take a drag, I'm the best at it, I don't to brag, Leave my body in a bag If you around you in that body bag, burn the flag Fuck who you I don't fuck with that Couple zeros on a tags vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the hotel gold knuckles, screaming where they at? I won't be in your again but you might see me in a mag Delete my number, call me back Flat on the spat blood on my Acronym bag We Stocktown, seasons change you know where we at
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Let's get real, of the ghost, so trill Come and take a trip in my hill, get Don't up here with that shit, get roast Know La Flame don't by his toast, you know And I'm bound to flow you down, come on, she my jeans She grab the kush, she on my balance beam While i'm cantaloupes We off lean, lean, lean in my dream, dream, dream, dreams We don't alcohol drinks, only soda and codeine Get it right, get it It ain't for the night, it ain't down for the night A-yo yo yo Lean where bitches come from Tryna' see who with the shits, who down to get drunk I throw up, might turn up, turn up of every summer Of every summer, every summer, summer
[Bridge: Travi$ I'm with sad boys in Stockholm they know be my home know H-Town be my home Them, them my homies, them, them my I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm They Mo City my home Them them my homies, them my homies Them them my homies (Straight up)
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