The Shell Lyrics

The shell the shell the shell

The shell the shell the shell

The shell the shell the shell

Red bottoms you can smell the blood up on my bitch heels

Breakfast in the trap house with a hood rat thick like oatmeal

Better not spit that back out when you suck it i shoot goat milk

I jus smelled a pack so strong feel like i got my nose pierced

We gone treat the witness like a pit and we cut both ears

Choppa hit that bitch up autopilot ain't got no gears

I got fifty shots so you gone need a few more folks here

You know thats my pussy i got keys and i keep clothes here

Call this my lil duck off i smoke p's and i keep bowz here

I just got off papers so im tryna keep my nose clear

Lip gloss on the blunt u know that mean that i got hos here

I grew up wit steppers at the playground you couldn't show fear

Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele

Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell

Sixteen oz of gas but im on pump number twelve

I cant do no bump downs pull up on me at the shell

The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at

The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at

The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at

The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at

I been had them bitches use to pull them off my big wheel

Police know my face they make my misdemeanors big deals

Nigga fuck your seatbelt we gone pop off through that wind shield

My brother feed his kids off serving rock but they say crack kills

Push start on da benz it come alive it got a heart beat

Tole my lawyer get me time served just because the charge weak

Throw me in the water ill come out that bitch with shark meat

Carbon sit on stand by locked and loaded like a car seat

She gone post her nigga but i dick her she don't post me

Tell dat nigga Ja Morant im waiting on my floor seats

Play wit my respect and i get turned just like a door key

I must be done talking if i let one of my hos speak

Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele

Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell

Sixteen oz of gas but im on pump number twelve

I cant do no bump downs pull up on me at the shell

The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at

The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at

The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at

The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at