x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck no one except Lean
[Verse 1: Yung I'm double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money stack Trouble's back, I don't a fuck we jump out the back, where they at? We leave all essentials in a Roll it up, a drag, I'm the best at it, I don't like to brag, Leave my body in a bag If you fuck you in that body bag, burn the flag Fuck who you I don't fuck with that Couple zeros on a couple vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming where at? I be in your life again but you might see me in a mag Delete my number, never call me Flat on the spat 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 up here with that shit, get roast Know La Flame don't by his toast, you know And I'm bound to flow you down, come on, she my jeans She grab the kush, she balancing on my balance While i'm jigglin' We off that 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 come Tryna' see who with the shits, who really down to get I might throw up, might turn up, turn up of summer Of summer, every summer, every summer
[Bridge: Travi$ I'm with sad boys in they know H-town be my home They know H-Town be my Them, my homies, them, them my homies I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm know Mo City my home Them them my homies, them my homies Them my motherfucking homies (Straight up)
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