x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I give a fuck about no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one except
[Verse 1: Lean] I'm smokin' double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money 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 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 know I fuck with that zeros on a couple 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 Delete my number, never call me Flat on the spat blood on my Acronym bag We Stocktown, seasons change Bitch you where we at
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[Verse 2: Scott] Let's get real, of the ghost, so trill and take a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up with that shit, get roast Know La Flame don't play by his toast, you And I'm bound to flow you down, on, she grab my jeans She grab the kush, she balancing on my balance i'm jigglin' cantaloupes 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 these bitches come from Tryna' see who with the shits, who down to get drunk I might throw up, might turn up, up of every summer Of summer, every summer, every summer
Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad boys in Stockholm know H-town be my home know H-Town be my home Them, them my homies, them, my homies I'm Sad Boys in Stockholm They know Mo my home Them my homies, them them my homies Them them my homies (Straight up)
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