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 except
1: Yung 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 leave all 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 I don't fuck with that Couple zeros on a tags Tunnel vision, a jag Stumble out the hotel 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 blood on my Acronym bag We from Stocktown, seasons you know where we at
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Let's get real, of the ghost, so trill Come and a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up here with shit, get roast Know La don't play 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 alcohol drinks, only soda and codeine Get it right, get it It ain't down for the night, it ain't 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, turn up of every Of every summer, 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, them my homies, them, my homies I'm with Sad in Stockholm They know Mo City my Them my homies, them them my homies Them my motherfucking homies (Straight up)
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