[Intro: Steele 11]
Ayy, CGM, where you at?
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Steele 11]
What she gon' do for them racks?
I was in my room tweakin' off them Xans
I buy what I want, you what you can
I be fucking her hard, she a fan
Boy you ain't cuttin' off, you a pussy
Yeah, on brother cut throat
You smoking on shit, we smoking on cookies
[?]
Pass the weed we booting up
[?] might shoot up
You try hard, try not to crash
Had a model bitch causing me debt
I like a bitch with a load of Xans
I like bitch with a lot of ass
I remember they was laughing in class
I swear to God I'm balling like

[Verse 1: Steele 11]
Giannis on the bucks
I just popped that Oxycontin and took that shit for brunch
And some [?] for some lunch
Lets sing it
I rolled that op up in my blunt
No, I ain't [?]
Boy I ain't snitching, what the fuck?
You don't wanna come my way
You don't wanna tеll me how you turned this way
Fuck you a slut, I don't care 'bout you
And yеah my heart is cold so why care 'bout you?
[?]
What the fuck? How can I care 'bout you?
[Verse 2: XVXPARIS]
And I hear nothin' when the money countin'
She know my bitch, I don't know why he cryin'
I'm so high, I ain't going down for her
And she wanna come my way, no I can't stop
She cannot fuck with a n***a that hate [?]
Bitch we not boxin'
[?]
N***as talk about a [?]
[?]
I'm in LA smoking [?]
[?] drugs boy this shit exotic
[?]
And she still wanna come my way

[Verse 3: Slayer77]
Hey, you not comin' with her
[?]
'Fore they finna go "alright, okay," yeah
Now we leavin' and you gonna miss us
I'm finna go ride [?]
Quit calling my phone, I won't pick up
I steal your girlfriend [?] money on me [?] got the one it's a stick up
I did not come here to play
[?]
[?]
And I finna put you [?]
We are not the same, yeah yeah
Do what you were sayin', yeah
[?] yeah
Okay
[Bridge]
I see dead people
In graves? In coffins?
Walking around like regular people

[Outro: Steele 11]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
What she gon' do for them racks?
I was in my room tweakin' off them Xans
I buy what I want, you what you can
I be fucking her hard, she a fan
Boy you ain't cuttin' off, you a pussy
Yeah, on brother cut throat
We smoking on [?], we smoking on [?]
[?]
[?] we booted up
[?] might shoot up
[?]
Had a model bitch causing me debt
I like a bitch with a load of Xans
I like bitch with a lot of ass
I remember they was laughing in class
I swear to God I'm balling like