Shelly

Shells Shells
Kilo Da Fedda my name ringing bells
Pull up on em and I'm giving em hell

Shells Shells
I gave them niggas a whole lotta shells
I got the cookie dough straight out the mail

Baby
I gotta get to the money that's just what I do
Reach in my pocket they full of the blues
I gotta win I'm allergic to loosing
Shorty she said she in love with my music
Geeking and freaking in love with the boot
I'm in the studio killing the booth
I do not be telling police the truth

Shelly
Shelly be leaving them deady
You got the wock for the low
Ima cop it for sho
Now my cup look like Jelly

Shelly
I paid for her through the Zelle
Baby don't make a dilemma my chopper be singing like Nelly and Kelly

Shell out
If I get knocked just bail out
Yea
Chill out
Cabinet go get the pills out
Uh

It's Fedda
And Shelly we leaving em deader
Put a switch on my baby baretta
New beam so she could see better
Uh
Shots I got a lot for the opps
I be with Sadie Savannah and Shiloh Cuz I never had me a pops
Uh

Cops
I can not talk to a cop
I am not Gunna and I am not T so I'm gonna tell them to stop
It's Fedda



Credits
Writer(s): Shakiyl Samuel
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