SHELLS Lyrics

Wealthy, wealthy, wealthy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, okay

Yeah

We got a whole lotta shells

(You ain't no motherfuckin' killer)

Runnin' your shit like cartel

Draw down with that Glock leave him pale

We say they crew straight to hell

All of my shooters, they excellent

They say they sick of me

I got that medicine

I am a loner, don't need you to take care of me

Keepin' my foot on they neck till they bury me, ayy

Niggas don't know about shootin

Know I blow shit like puttin

Know I'm big blood, stay boolin

Know I'm big truck,stay movin

My choppa' equipped with a cooler

It came with the cross like a Buddha

Up tha bitche look like a roller

These niggas don't know what they doin

You want that 7-6-2 or double 2-3

Or double 5-6, I don't entertain beef

Been smokin' on Chief, I been high all week

Every week it was B

I found out where you sleepin

Grabbin' my keys for the slide on your street

Beggin' me please, but I can't show no pity

Say I got keys, but you won't let us in

We got a whole lotta shells

You ain't no motherfuckin' killer

Runnin' your shit like Cartel

Draw down with that Glock, leave him pale

We send they crew straight to hell

All of my shooters, they excellent

They say they sick of me

I got that medicine

I am a loner, don't need you to take care of me

Keepin' my foot on they neck till they bury me, ayy

Pushin' that bitch to the max

And with a bitch on my arm like a cast

I fuck with that hoe cause she classy

Talkin' in public, the room do her bad

I can't even lie shorty nasty

That's really the reason that she get a pass

, she fuck with them niggas, they pass her

you fell for the trap, sat you down now you mad

Told him for to go with his move

Nigga, just go with your move

My youngin' get paid for the move

Plus he go crazy with tools

These niggas think it's a game

He must be goin' off that cane

My niggas bringin' that pain

We got a whole lotta shells

You ain't no motherfuckin' killer

Runnin' your shit like Cartel

Try to out with that Glock, leave him pale

We send that crew straight to hell

All of my shooters, they excellent

I know they sick of me, I got the medicine

I am a loner don't need you take care of me

Keepin' my foot on they neck till they bury me, oh

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Woah