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Shells

Hip-Hop/Rap

Shells est sorti le 8 mai 2026 par Sausse Boy Records dans le cadre de l'album Never Ever Ending

Détails du titre

AlbumNever Ever Ending

Date de sortie8 mai 2026

LabelSausse Boy Records

LangueEnglish

Qualité mélodique

Acoustique

Valence

Dansabilité

Énergie

BPM86

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

Mak11

Chant

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Nkazimulo Nelisa Dlamini

Nkazimulo Nelisa Dlamini

Paroles/Composition

Andrew Kevin McDonald

Andrew Kevin McDonald

Paroles/Composition

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

KamixxBleach

Production

Paroles

Bitch I won't talk and them boys never tell

Don't drink the water cause they poisoned the well

Smoking til I rot, they won't hold me in a cell

It's lonely at the top, on a cold day in hell

Holes in my socks where my joint ashes fell

Stolie on the rocks, that's the only thing I smell

Going against the clock cause I'm told time'll tell

Know they taking shots, there's a whole lot of shells

Whole lotta shells like I'm stepping over snails

Dope what they smelling, like I sent it through the mail

Put a hole in your melon, if you threaten it'll fail

But hoe I'm not a felon, I can never go to jail

I don't take L's, I can only bring a dub home

But I don't take well to a homie acting cutthroat

Gotta make 'em yell at my shows in the front row

I came to raise hell on the phoneys, where'd the funk go

Banging on the front door, someone let it in

I just made another bundle, son I'm tryna win

If you hanging in the jungle, better watch out for the jinn

I'm exhaling by the lungful, with a bottle full of gin

Think I'm popping off again, like I was gone now I'll begin

I lost an awful lot of friends to keep my spot up in this sim

It's getting hot up in the gym, I'm smoking pot up out the tin

I grab the Glock and then I grin, still want the guap like I did then

All my opps is looking slim, they talking sauce but cook it thin

You cross a boss I'll hook your chin, forgot the cost of screwing him

Don't gotta floss to look legit, they awful lost and shook as shit

I feel like Ross, I'm moving Rick, I'm off the Hoss and super lit

Way I rock should cook a brick, game on lock, too good to quit

They like watch just look at this, they can't stop me, dude is sick

Maybe thought I'm doing tricks, mane I'm not that ludicrous

Thanking God I do exist, I take my shot, don't shoot to miss, aye

Bitch I won't talk and them boys never tell

Don't drink the water cause they poisoned the well

Smoking til I rot, they won't hold me in a cell

It's lonely at the top, on a cold day in hell

Holes in my socks where my joint ashes fell

Stolie on the rocks, that's the only thing I smell

Going against the clock cause I'm told time'll tell

Know they taking shots, there's a whole lot of shells

Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald, Nkazimulo Nelisa Dlamini

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