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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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