x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck no one except Lean
[Verse 1: Lean] I'm smokin' pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money stack Trouble's back, I don't give a 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 like to brag, Leave my body in a bag If you fuck around you in body bag, burn the flag Fuck who you know I don't fuck with zeros on a couple tags Tunnel vision, a jag out the hotel lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming they 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 blood on my bag We Stocktown, seasons change Bitch you where we at
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[Verse 2: Scott] Let's get real, land of the ghost, so and take a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up here with shit, get roast La Flame don't play by his toast, you know And I'm bound to flow you down, on, she grab my jeans She the kush, she balancing on my balance beam While i'm jigglin' We off that lean, lean, lean in my dream, dream, dream, We want alcohol drinks, only soda 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 up, might turn up, turn up of every summer Of summer, every summer, every summer
[Bridge: Travi$ I'm with sad boys in Stockholm they H-town be my home They H-Town be my home Them, them my homies, them, my homies I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm They Mo City my home Them my homies, them them my homies Them them my motherfucking (Straight up)
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