x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a about no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one Lean
[Verse 1: Yung I'm double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money stack Trouble's back, I give a fuck we jump out the back, where they at? We all essentials in a zig-zag Roll it up, take a drag, I'm the best at it, I don't like to brag, Leave my in a bag If you around you in that body bag, burn the flag Fuck who you know I don't fuck that Couple on a couple tags vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming where at? I won't be in life again but you might see me in a mag my number, never call me back Flat on the ground spat on my Acronym bag We Stocktown, seasons change you know where we at
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[Verse 2: Scott] Let's get real, land of the ghost, so Come and a trip in my hill, get ghost come up here with that shit, get roast Know La Flame play by his toast, you know And I'm to flow you down, come on, she grab my jeans She grab the kush, she on my balance beam While i'm cantaloupes We off that lean, lean, in my dream, dream, dream, dreams We don't want alcohol drinks, only and codeine Get it right, get it It ain't down for the night, it down for the night A-yo yo yo Lean these bitches come from Tryna' see who the shits, who really down to get drunk I might throw up, turn up, turn up of every summer Of summer, every summer, every summer
Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad in Stockholm they know H-town be my home They know H-Town be my Them, them my homies, them, my homies I'm with Sad in Stockholm They Mo City my home Them my homies, them them my homies Them them my motherfucking (Straight up)
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