SHELLS

I just passed that bitch right to my bro
I know he caught the pass
I don't say bye to that bitch, top floor of the Ritz
She text me said, she sad
I'm upping the pole, I'm upping the pole
That shit breaking through glass
Im fucking his hoe, I'm fucking his hoe, I swear his bitch so bad
You know I walk in the mall with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk in the show with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk out the car with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk in this bitch with a whole lot of shells

Nitro, I'm in the whip with a whole lot of sticks
I'm in the rental, I'm hitting the switch
I'm in the paint, I bang like I'm Griff
Pissing me off, she making me sick
Dropping her off, leaving her alone
Squeezing the trigger, rocking Vlone
In a hellcat, trying to make it home
In a high speed, load then I'm gone
Walk in Neimans with a sack
I got this bag filled up with racks
I got this bag filled up with gats
I got this bag filled up with packs
Glock bout to stutter
Upping this bitch like butter, I'm in the whip like Mayo and Gutta
Shut up, bitch, shut up
I don't know you get the fuck out my face, I'll (Brr) what up

I just passed that bitch right to my bro
I know he caught the pass
I don't say bye to that bitch, top floor of the Ritz
She text me said, she sad
I'm upping the pole, I'm upping the pole
That shit breaking through glass
Im fucking his hoe, I'm fucking his hoe, I swear his bitch so bad
You know I walk in the mall with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk in the show with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk out the car with a whole lot of shells
You know I walk in this bitch with a whole lot of shells



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Writer(s): Nas Rideout
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