Shell Songtext
16yrold
Red, woah
Passion brung the pain, puddle boots in rain
Balenci' boots in rain, you ain’t even got no rank
New coupe, candy paint, my chain come out a tank
Laughin', walk to the bank, laughin', walk in the bank
I came up off a scale (Yeah), I was sendin’ shit through the mail
And we dressed like we go to hell, you ain't gangster, you gon' go to 12
Throw my gang up 'til I'm pale, bring my name up, catch a L
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
My pants tight, my pants too tight, my stick don't fit in
She ain't right, no, she ain't right, but I still miss it
Play with the gang, I tweak, you know that I’m itchin’
She put thе brain on me, she think that's gon’ fix shit
Thirteen thousand for my jacket, this bitch ERD
And thеse bullets come out rapid, shoot repeatedly
I just popped a blue pill, no more headache for me
No beer can, got fourties, goofies act like sorcery
You wanna be down? Go score for me
Shawty frontline, go to war for me
Walk in the bank, go poor for me
Codeine love, go pour for me
Turnt to a Christian, go Dior for me
I made them 4 plus 4 for me I did all this shit, they rewarded me
I don't even know why you ignorin' me
I go outside, they recordin' me
I break down the bag, I’m a portion freak
I'ma sign my producers, I extort the beat
Got a cartel plug, go to shore for me
She a good girl, turn to a whore for me
Yeah, I stay in the mix, it's the lore for me
It's a butterfly, raise the door for me
Put my kids on her face, it's an orphanage
I got plays on plays, can't record the street
And I got some heat, can't ignore the beef
And it's long live Murda, go to war for me
We done walked through the mud like the army
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
My pants tight, my pants too tight, my stick don't fit in
She ain't right, no, she ain't right, but I still miss it
Play with the gang, I tweak, you know that I'm itchin'
She put the brain on me, she think that's gon' fix shit
Thirteen thousand for my jacket, this bitch ERD
Red, woah
Passion brung the pain, puddle boots in rain
Balenci' boots in rain, you ain’t even got no rank
New coupe, candy paint, my chain come out a tank
Laughin', walk to the bank, laughin', walk in the bank
I came up off a scale (Yeah), I was sendin’ shit through the mail
And we dressed like we go to hell, you ain't gangster, you gon' go to 12
Throw my gang up 'til I'm pale, bring my name up, catch a L
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
My pants tight, my pants too tight, my stick don't fit in
She ain't right, no, she ain't right, but I still miss it
Play with the gang, I tweak, you know that I’m itchin’
She put thе brain on me, she think that's gon’ fix shit
Thirteen thousand for my jacket, this bitch ERD
And thеse bullets come out rapid, shoot repeatedly
I just popped a blue pill, no more headache for me
No beer can, got fourties, goofies act like sorcery
You wanna be down? Go score for me
Shawty frontline, go to war for me
Walk in the bank, go poor for me
Codeine love, go pour for me
Turnt to a Christian, go Dior for me
I made them 4 plus 4 for me I did all this shit, they rewarded me
I don't even know why you ignorin' me
I go outside, they recordin' me
I break down the bag, I’m a portion freak
I'ma sign my producers, I extort the beat
Got a cartel plug, go to shore for me
She a good girl, turn to a whore for me
Yeah, I stay in the mix, it's the lore for me
It's a butterfly, raise the door for me
Put my kids on her face, it's an orphanage
I got plays on plays, can't record the street
And I got some heat, can't ignore the beef
And it's long live Murda, go to war for me
We done walked through the mud like the army
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
I throw shells, yeah, you catch a shell
My pants tight, my pants too tight, my stick don't fit in
She ain't right, no, she ain't right, but I still miss it
Play with the gang, I tweak, you know that I'm itchin'
She put the brain on me, she think that's gon' fix shit
Thirteen thousand for my jacket, this bitch ERD
