SEASHELL

I'll drown modafuckas like a seashell

Nah, you can't be on my level cause you gon tell

Yeah, I pulled up on that boy and he looked so pale

He was talking all that shit and how he so scared

I'm a chest master cause I always plan ahead

Y'all fake gangsters cause you snitching to the feds

I'm a real rapper cause I'm really getting bread

I'm like Mick Jagger of the blow, can't feel my legs

You can try to write me off but you could never make stop

Pussy cross the line I'ma wipe you like a mop