[Verse 1: Grisaia]

Balenciaga jeans

I pour 4's and smokin' reefs

Fuck ya bitch, she on repeat

Rock designer, Louis V

My blick shoot up 20 ft

Ya bitch moanin' on her knees

I don't love, I let 'em bleed

Yuh, hat trick, I whipped my blick like magic

12 arcanes and you The Fool, thinkin' shit ain't gon' get tragic

I got bitches pilin' up, make another fuckin' line

And ya bitch's on my dick, but y'all never cross my mind

[Verse 2: E11EN]

And the bitch gon' never cross my mind

I got so much Cartier, it cover up my eyes

Yung E11EN, bitch, up in the cut, I flood my wrist with ice

Yung E11EN, bitch, up in the cut, make blood rain from the skies

Yung E11EN, bitch, up in the cut, I always make it back

Schedule 1, I press my brick and make a hundred racks

You want this? You want that? If you want it, I'mma tax

I got all thе shiny chrome and chains that you always gon' lack, bitch

Talkin' that shit, you a peon

Whippin' my Hellcat, it's nеon

Bitch, roll you up in a blunt, then see how high we get on

Bitch, I'll roll you up in a blunt, then I pass it to Grisaia

Hoe

[Verse 3: Grisaia]

Yea, I'm high as fuck

I could feel the fuckin' clouds

Bitch, I'm cheifin' on this hybrid

I'on need no Vapour Crowns

And I fucked this bitch a hundred

I be lovin' on some cows

Jugg ya racks, call me a Juggatron

Bitch, what u sayin'? 'Cause I speak Guapanese

I got bands on my shoulders

Spent racks for my reef

You can tell ya bitch come over

We could make a movie scene

You can tell ya bitch come over

'Cause I'll make a fuckin' scene

[Verse 4: E11EN]

We tell yo bitch come over, we gon' make her fuckin' scream

We gon' swerve off in the scatpack, we might crash and flee the scene

I got stupid racks on me, I got used to seein' green

Bitch, I keep the TEC9 on me, I got aim like a machine

[Verse 5: Grisaia]

TEC9, drum mag, call it Tec blind

I got twin limbos, I'on need no fuckin' M9

Racks on my limo, I could call a fuckin' fleet

I can pull up presidential, tinted black like middle east