Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except 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 ya fuck round ya in that body bag, burn the flag!
Fuck who ya know I don’t fuck wit that
Couple zeros on a couple tags
Tunnel vision, tunneling a Jag’
Stumble out the hotel lobby
Shoveled gold knuckles, screamin’ where they at?!
I won’t be in yo life again but ya might see me in a mag
Delete my number, neva call me back
Flat on the ground splat blood on my Acronym bag
We from Stocktown, seasons change
Bitch, ya know where we at!
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
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 Laflame don’t play by his toast ya know
And I’m bound to flow ya down, come on she grab my jeans
She grab the kush, she balancing on my balance beam
While i’m jiggling cantaloupes
We off that lean, lean, lean, in my dreams, dream, dreams
We don’t alcohol drinks only soda and codeine, get it right
It ain’t down fo’ the night, it ain’t down fo’ the night
A-yo yo yo lean where these bitches come from
Tryin’ to see who with the shits, who really down to get drunk
I might throw up, might turn up, turn up
Every summer, every summer, every summer, every summer
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 muthafuckin’ homies
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except me
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean
Stocktown, Ghost town SBE
I don’t give a fuck bout no one except lean