x2 Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a about no one except me Stocktown, town, SBE I don't give a about no one except Lean
[Verse 1: Lean] I'm smokin' double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that stack Trouble's back, I don't give a 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 around you in that body bag, burn the Fuck who you know I don't with that zeros on a couple tags Tunnel vision, a jag Stumble out the hotel Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming where at? I won't be in life again but you might see me in a mag Delete my number, never me back Flat on the ground blood on my Acronym bag We from Stocktown, change Bitch you where we at
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[Verse 2: Scott] Let's get real, land of the ghost, so Come and a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't up here with that shit, get roast Know La Flame don't play by his toast, you And I'm bound to you down, come on, she grab my jeans She grab the kush, she balancing on my beam While i'm jigglin' We off that lean, lean, in my dream, dream, dream, dreams We don't want 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 come from Tryna' see who with the shits, who really to get drunk I might throw up, might turn up, turn up of every Of every summer, summer, every summer
Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad boys in Stockholm know 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 City my them my homies, them them my homies Them my motherfucking homies (Straight up)
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