x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one except
1: Yung Lean] I'm double 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 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 around you in that body bag, burn the flag who you know I don't fuck with that Couple zeros on a tags vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming they at? I won't be in your life again but you see me in a mag Delete my number, never call me Flat on the ground spat on my Acronym bag We from Stocktown, 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 up here with that 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 i'm jigglin' cantaloupes We off that lean, lean, in my dream, dream, dream, dreams 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 where these bitches from see who with the shits, who really down to get drunk I might throw up, might turn up, up of every summer Of every summer, every summer, summer
Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad boys in Stockholm they H-town be my home They H-Town be my home Them, my homies, them, them my homies I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm They know Mo my home them my homies, them them my homies Them them my motherfucking (Straight up)
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