[Intro]
Eleven, eleven
Steele 11, Steele 11
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I be countin' blues (I be countin' blues)
Shawty what you do? (Shawty what you do?)
I don't wanna fuck (I don't wanna fuck)
Sippin' on the guap

[Verse 1]
Alright, I won't sip lean, R.I.P. Fredo
[?]
You been flexin' on the map with your monthly pay
Ha-ha, 'cause I made that shit today
Ha-ha, I ain't fuckin' with the fakes
I would love to hug my brother but he laying in a grave
Write my check out, shawty know I'm next, oh wait
Little boy, you ain't really heard about me yet
I been jerking online since the seventh grade
I don't do your dirty work 'cause I'm gеtting paid
Shawty, where you stay?
Let's go on a vacay
Lеt me take you away, away
I love you, I need you right here with me
[?]
I will not leave you be (Ooh)
She turned into a fan, yuh (Ooh)
I got problem of my ex, yuh (Ooh)
I be runnin' up my bands, yuh (Ooh)
Fly away like Peter Pan, yuh (Ooh)
[?] go zoom, zoom
You [?] he a fool, fool
I be smoking on the gas, yeah, the glue, glue
And you know I'm countin' hunnids, yeah, the blue, blue (Blat! Blat!)
[Chorus]
I be countin' blues (I be countin' blues)
Shawty what you do? (Shawty what you do?)
I don't wanna fuck (I don't wanna fuck)
Sippin' on the guap