Shells (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Yeah Trap, cell (trap), MAC, no Dell (let's go) Leave a nigga stale (stale), TEC, no Kel (bah, KelTec) One hand, Odell (one hand), slime, snail (slatt) Water, well, chain, can't melt (let's go) Glocks, in the mail (in the mail) We send oppositions to hell (we do) These niggas, they snitches, gon' tell (let's go) 'Cause there is no hint on my shells (bah) Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah) Shells, shells, shells, shells (let's go, let's go, bah) Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah) Shells, shells, shells, shells (yeah, yeah, bah) I keep shells, send his ass to hell I got bales, I-I got clientele Pay you when it land, nigga, I don't trust the mail Get 'em in, get 'em gone, they don't touch the scale Glock 27, got it custom with the rail Niggas playin', I'ma deal with 'em AR with a hundred, I'ma still get 'em Walk a nigga down on that wild shit Bro got Molly, sand tan, brown shit B-Boss up for a check, I feel like Money Man Hold up, leave the bank, hit the money dance I'm off Percs, I don't fuck with Xans In-In a sprinter, not a minivan She fuck with me 'cause I'm a winner, man Don't fuck with you 'cause you a mini-man Pakk Boy Gang got choppers like the Taliban I might work my wrist and serve it hand to hand Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Mask on my face when we run in yo' place And we need every combination to the safe And then if you cooperate, everyone safe Got a Spanish bitch, yeah, she love giving me face I said, "Little bitch, do you like how this shit tastes?" She said, "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, y seis" Tryna figure out how I'm gon' get out my deal I'm a bad boy, a reverend, I feel like I'm Ma$e Your bitch with me but she gotta leave by 8 'Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape Don't rock no Bape but my niggas, they apes And we walk with bananas that bust at yo' grape Atlantic, Pacific and Indian Ocean gon' lay on my neck Lil' bitch, this not a lake The slowest car I got is probably a Hellcat And if you wan' do it, we probably could race (skrrt) And if you gon' hate, nigga, then hate Don't let me fuck, then lil' bitch, you is bait Don't wanna talk, no, I don't want debate Bro flip the bricks just like Raf flipped the straight I made a million right there on a Sunday Woke up, I made two million on a Monday You is my son, you will be me, um, one day I am too humble, nigga, that's my feng shui Shells, shells (trap), shells, shells (let's go) Shells, shells (stale), shells, shells (bah) Shells, shells (one hand), shells, shells (slatt) Shells, shells (well), shells, shells (let's go) Shells, shells (yeah), shells, shells (we'll do it) Shells, shells (let's go), shells, shells (bah) Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah) Shells, shells (let's go), shells, shells (bah)