Shells

Baby, is you ready
I'ma have you goin' crazy oh
Woke up in this bitch
I'm my high as hell
I can't do no wrong

Spinning racks
Got designer all over my closet walls
Fuck that bitch in missionary
Now it's only waterfalls

Spend it make it back
These lil niggas don't know how to ball
He say he gettin' racks
Shorty ass cappin he a bum

Spent a band at saks
I just go in and I spend it all
I pull up in a vet
I'm driftin' in this bitch like NASCAR

You can't beef with me
Lil' shorty you a broke boy
Told that nigga go band for band with me
He keep fallin' for it

All these bitches on my dick
Ion never chase her
She said, boogie, I thought you was mean
Better say some

I be fightin' demons
I be takin' all these perks, huh
Roll a blunt, I stuff it
Then you know I'm feelin' better now
She wanna have my baby
But lil' baby, I can't go for that
Cause I know hella bitches
They be goin' for the racks, huh

Yeah, I'm from the Southside
I'ma rep it til' I die
I walk up in this bitch
Amiri denim and I'm fresh as hell

I stay out the way
I just be up in my own world
If a nigga wanna play
We gon' hit him with these fuckin' shells

Uh, why they keep callin' my phone?
Tell these lil bitches to leave me alone
And I just be into the zone
But why all these niggas, they callin' me wrong

Juggin and finessing
I been doin' it since eighth grade
And I ain't give no fuck
I might do that shit in broad day

Yeah, yeah, we spin again
Bitch, you ain't no shit
You ain't never finna blow that glick
My trigger finger itchy

I might let that lil' bitch blow
We got big glocks
Big chops we don't give a fuck
It's war then

Baby, come and hop up in the wraith with me
I just wanna hear you scream my name in ecstasy

And you be talkin' your shit
So what you want from me
All the love is real
It ain't never fake

I know skirtin' in this bitch
I might get a D.U.I
Baby come and talk to me
You don't gotta be so shy

All these niggas be some fiends
I don't ever pay attention
And your shorty with the GOAT
She just wanna come and kick it, ah-ha

Spend it make it back
These lil niggas don't know how to ball
He say he gettin' racks
Shorty ass cappin he a bum

Spent a band at saks
I just go in and I spend it all
I pull up in a vet
I'm driftin' in this bitch like NASCAR

You can't beef with me
Lil' shorty you a broke boy
Told that nigga go band for band with me
He keep fallin' for it

All these bitches on my dick
Ion never chase her
She said, boogie, I thought you was mean
Better say some

I be fightin' demons
I be takin' all these perks, huh
Roll a blunt, I stuff it
Then you know I'm feelin' better now
She wanna have my baby
But lil' baby, I can't go for that
Cause I know hella bitches
They be goin' for the racks, huh

Yeah, I'm from the Southside
I'ma rep it til' I die
I walk up in this bitch
Amiri denim and I'm fresh as hell

I stay out the way
I just be up in my own world
If a nigga wanna play
We gon' hit him with these fuckin' shells



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Writer(s): Mashari Barnes
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