No Shells (feat. OTL Beezy)

I used to walk, yeah, yeah, yeah

I used to walk outside with a Draco
Looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the Karo
And I told Rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit
Like it came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Gettin' this bread, still ride with a biscuit

I used to walk outside with a Draco
Looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the Karo
And I told Rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit
Like it came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Gettin' this bread, still ride with a biscuit

I like to tote some shit when I hit that bih ain't gon leave no shells
I let the .44 hit my lil' nigga, peel shit like a toenail
Get that dope out the pot, I was running that route, making plays like I'm Odell
I already fucked with the opps, playing both sides it ain't never gon' go well
What you know about leaving some shit stanking?
You ain't never tote no banger
I heard them boys outside, I'm cranking
They don't want beef, no angus

We outside like the trees and shit throwing B's in this bitch
Sorry momma I'm gangin'
And we only get one of these shits
So I said I'ma live and I'm living it dangerous
I'm running these racks up
Throwing that Turk in the vacuum seal
I got 'em all lapped up, I need that Cullinan black and teal

I heard you be beefing with niggas
But you ain't met one that's gon' crash for real
Niggas getting tired of that booty rap
Straight out the trap, this the real deal

I used to walk outside with a Draco
Looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the Karo
And I told Rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit
Like it came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Gettin' this bread, still ride with a biscuit

I learned how to shoot when I was spinning at niggas
Draco hit lil woadie make him Dance like Britney
No gun range, we was bussin them pistols
If I'm in the trap then I'm flipping them digits
If I'm in the trap then I'm serving them midgets
Straight hollow tips to his fitted (woadie)

He could go get his suit fitted
RIP gang, he is finished
No back and forth, no tennis
I used to pray for the drop
My woadie Nem got it then scoot up and pop

My youngin outside with a mop
Slime a nigga out to the top
I like to spin on the opps
I like to fuck on a thot
That pyrex is all in the pot
Bitch I be beating the pot
Ice on me, so I buss down a opp
Draco tell a pussy nigga time like a watch
You niggas be hanging with cops
Bitch you ain't calling no shots

All of my souljas got Glocks
All of yo souljas got boxed
I'm in the hood with them rocks
Molly on me right now
I'ma big blood, lil' Woadie pipe down
My youngin gone spin for some clout
Tell me what the fuck is you 'bout?
Pussy ass get crossed out

I used to walk outside with a Draco
Looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the Karo
And I told Rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit
Like it came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Gettin' this bread, still ride with a biscuit

I used to walk outside with a Draco
Looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the Karo
And I told Rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit
Like it came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Gettin' this bread, still ride with a biscuit