text: Yeah
  Trap, cell 
  MAC, no Dell 
  Leave a nigga stale 
  TEC, no Kel 
  One hand, Odell 
  Slime, snail 
  Water, well
  Chain cant melt 
  Glocks in the mail 
  We send oppositions to hell 
  These niggas, they snitches, gon tell 
  Cause there is no hint on my shells 
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells 
  Shells, shells 
  Shells, shells 
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells 
  Shells, shells 
  Shells, shells 
  I keep shells, send his ass to hell
  I got bales, I-I got clientele
  Pay you when it land, nigga, I dont trust the mail
  Get em in, get em gone, they dont touch the scale
  Glock 27, got it custom with the rail
  Niggas playin, Ima deal with em
  AR with a hundred, Ima still get em
  Walk a nigga down on that wild shit
  Bro got Molly, sand tan, brown shit
  B-Boss up for a check, I feel like Money Man
  Hold up, leave the bank, hit the money dance
  Im off Percs, I dont fuck with Xans
  In-In a sprinter, not a minivan
  She fuck with me cause Im a winner, man
  Dont fuck with you cause you a minute man
  Pakk Boy Gang got choppers like the Taliban
  I might work my wrist and serve it hand to hand
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
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  Shells, shells
  Shells, shells
  Mask on my face when we run in yo place
  And we need every combination to the safe
  And then, if you cooperate, everyone safe
  Got a Spanish bitch, yeah, she love giving me face
  I said Little bitch, do you like how this shit tastes?
  She said Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, and seis
  Tryna figure out how Im gon get out my deal
  Im a bad boy, a reverend, I feel like Im Ma$e
  Your bitch with me but she gotta leave by 8
  Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape
  Dont rock no Bape, but my niggas, they apes
  And we walk with bananas that bust at yo grape
  Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean gon lay on my neck
  Lil bitch, this not a lake
  The slowest car I got is probably a Hellcat
  And if you want do it, we probably could race 
  And if you gon hate, nigga, then hate
  Dont let me fuck, then lil bitch, you is bait
  Dont wanna talk, no, I dont want debate
  Bro flip the bricks just like Raf flipped the straight
  I made a million right there on a Sunday
  Woke up, I made two million on a Monday
  You is my son, you will be me, um, one day
  I am too humble, nigga, thats my feng shui
  Shells, shells 
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  Shells, shells