x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I give a fuck about no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a about no one except Lean
[Verse 1: Lean] I'm smokin' pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money stack back, I don't give 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 like to brag, my body in a bag If you fuck around you in that bag, burn the flag Fuck who you know I don't with that zeros on a couple tags Tunnel vision, a jag out the hotel lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, where 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 on my Acronym bag We from Stocktown, seasons Bitch you where we at
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Let's get real, of the ghost, so trill and take a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up here with shit, get roast Know La Flame don't play by his toast, you And I'm bound to flow you down, come on, she grab my She grab the kush, she balancing on my balance i'm jigglin' 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 down for the night, it ain't down for the A-yo yo yo Lean where these bitches from Tryna' see who with the shits, who really down to get I might up, might turn up, turn up of every summer Of every summer, summer, every summer
Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad in Stockholm they know H-town be my home They H-Town be my home Them, them my homies, them, them my I'm with Sad Boys in know Mo City my home Them my homies, them them my homies them my motherfucking homies (Straight up)
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