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Shells

Hip-Hop/Rap

Shells foi lançado em 8 de maio de 2026 por Sausse Boy Records como parte do álbum Never Ever Ending

Informações da música

ÁlbumNever Ever Ending

Data de lançamento8 de maio de 2026

SeloSausse Boy Records

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM86

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Mak11

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Nkazimulo Nelisa Dlamini

Nkazimulo Nelisa Dlamini

Composição

Andrew Kevin McDonald

Andrew Kevin McDonald

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

KamixxBleach

Produção

Letra

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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