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