Yeah

Trap, cell (trap), MAC, no Dell (let′s go)Leave a nigga stale (stale), TEC, no Kel (bah, KelTec)

One hand, Odell (one hand), slime, snail (slatt)

Water, well, chain, can't melt (let′s go)

Glocks, in the mail (in the mail)

We send oppositions to hell (we do)

These niggas, they snitches, gon' tell (let's go)

′Cause there is no hint on my shells (bah)

Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah)

Shells, shells, shells, shells (let′s go, let's go, bah)

Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah)

Shells, shells, shells, shells (yeah, yeah, bah)

I keep shells, send his ass to hell

I got bales, I-I got clientele

Pay you when it land, nigga, 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

Niggas playin′, I'ma deal with 'em

AR with a hundred, I′ma 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

I'm off Percs, I don′t fuck with Xans

In-In a sprinter, not a minivan

She fuck with me 'cause I′m a winner, man

Don't fuck with you ′cause you a mini-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

Shells, shells, shells, shells

Shells, shells, shells, shells

Shells, shells, shells, shells

Shells, shells, shells, shells

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, y 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 bitch with me but she gotta leave by 8

′Cause you know Lil Uzi do not walk with no cape

Don't 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 wan' do it, we probably could race (skrrt)

And if you gon' hate, nigga, then hate

Don′t let me fuck, then lil′ bitch, you is bait

Don't wanna talk, no, I don′t 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, that's my feng shui

Shells, shells (trap), shells, shells (let′s go)

Shells, shells (stale), shells, shells (bah)

Shells, shells (one hand), shells, shells (slatt)

Shells, shells (well), shells, shells (let's go)

Shells, shells (yeah), shells, shells (we′ll do it)

Shells, shells (let's go), shells, shells (bah)

Shells, shells, shells, shells (bah)

Shells, shells (let's go), shells, shells (bah)