[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