[Hook] x2 Stocktown, Ghost town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one except me Stocktown, Ghost town, SBE I don't give a fuck about no one except Lean
[Verse 1: Yung Lean] I'm smokin' double pack, Louis duffel bag, get that money stack Trouble's back, I don't give a fuck we jump out the back, where they at? We leave all essentials in a zig-zag Roll it up, take 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 flag Fuck who you know I don't fuck with that Couple zeros on a couple tags Tunnel vision, tunnelin' a jag Stumble out the hotel lobby Shoveled gold knuckles, screaming where they at? I won't be in your life again but you might see me in a mag Delete my number, never call me back Flat on the ground spat blood on my Acronym bag We from Stocktown, seasons change Bitch you know where we at
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott] Let's get real, land of the ghost, so trill Come and take a trip in my hill, get ghost Don't come up here with that shit, get roast Know La Flame don't play by his toast, you know And I'm bound to flow you down, come on, she grab my jeans She grab the kush, she balancing on my balance beam While i'm jigglin' cantaloupes We off that lean, lean, lean in my dream, dream, dream, dreams We don't want alcohol drinks, only soda and codeine Get it right, get it right It ain't down for the night, it ain't down for the night A-yo yo yo Lean where these bitches come from Tryna' see who with the shits, who really down to get drunk I might throw up, might turn up, turn up of every summer Of every summer, every summer, every summer
[Bridge: Travi$ Scott] I'm with sad boys in Stockholm they know H-town be my home They know H-Town be my home Them, them my homies, them, them my homies I'm with Sad Boys in Stockholm They know Mo City my home Them them my homies, them them my homies Them them my motherfucking homies (Straight up)