Lil Uzi Vert - Shells lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert - Shells lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Trap, cell, Mac, no Dell Leave a n***a, stale, tec, no Kel One hand, Odell, slime, snail Water, well, chain, can't melt Glocks, in the mail We send oppositions to hell These n***as they snitches, gon' tell 'Cause there is no hint on my shells [Chorus: Shabazz] Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells [Verse 2: Shabazz] I keep shells, send his a** to hell I got bales, I got clientele Pay you when it land, n***a, I don't trust the mail Get em' in, get em' gone, they don't touch the scale Glock 27, got it custom with the rail n***as playin', I'ma deal wit em' AR wit' a hunnid, I'ma still get em' Walk a n***a down on that wild sh** Bro got molly, sand tan, brown sh** Boss up for a cheque, I feel like money man Hold up, leave the bank, hit the money dance I'm off percs, I don't f** wit xans In a sprinter, not a minivan She f** wit' me 'cause I'm a winner man Dont f** witchu 'cause you a miniman Pot boy gang got choppas like the Taliban I might work my wrist and serve it hand in hand [Chorus: Shabazz] Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] 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 b**h and she love giving me face I said "Little b**h, do you like how this sh** taste?" She said "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, and seis" Tryna figure out how I'm gon' get out my deal I'm a bad boy, a reverend, I feel like I'm MA$E Your b**h wit' me but she got leave by 8 'Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk wit no cape Don't got no Bape but my n***as, they apes And we walk wit' bananas that bust at yo' grape Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Ocean gon' lay on my neck Lil' b**h, this not a lake The slowest car I got is prolly a Hellcat And if you want do it, we prolly can race And if you gon' hate, n***a, then hate Don't let me f** then lil b**h you is bait Don't wanna talk, no, I don't want debate Bro [?] the b**hes like [?] hit the straight I made a million right there on a Sunday Woke up, I made two million on a Monday You was my son, you will beat me up one day I am too humble, n***a, that's my feng shui [Chorus: Shabazz] Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells Shells, shells, shells, shells

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