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 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 Fuck who you know I fuck with that zeros on a couple tags Tunnel vision, a jag out the hotel lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, where they at? I won't be in your again but you might see me in a mag Delete my number, never me back on the ground spat blood on my Acronym bag We Stocktown, seasons change you know where we at
x2
[Verse 2: Scott] Let's get real, land of the ghost, so Come and a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up here with 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 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 down for the night, it ain't down for the night A-yo yo yo Lean these bitches come from Tryna' see who with the shits, who really down to get I might throw up, might turn up, turn up of summer Of every summer, summer, every summer
[Bridge: Travi$ I'm with sad boys in Stockholm know H-town be my home They know H-Town be my Them, my homies, them, them my homies I'm with Sad in Stockholm know Mo City my home Them them my homies, them them my Them them my homies (Straight up)
x5