B.A.P - The Shell

The shell the shell the shell
The shell the shell the shell
The shell the shell the shell

Red bottoms you can smell the blood up on my bitch heels
Breakfast in the trap house with a hood rat thick like oatmeal
Better not spit that back out when you suck it i shoot goat milk
I jus smelled a pack so strong feel like i got my nose pierced
We gone treat the witness like a pit and we cut both ears
Choppa hit that bitch up autopilot ain't got no gears
I got fifty shots so you gone need a few more folks here
You know thats my pussy i got keys and i keep clothes here
Call this my lil duck off i smoke p's and i keep bowz here
I just got off papers so im tryna keep my nose clear
Lip gloss on the blunt u know that mean that i got hos here
I grew up wit steppers at the playground you couldn't show fear

Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele
Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell
Sixteen oz of gas but im on pump number twelve
I cant do no bump downs pull up on me at the shell
The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at
The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at
The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at
The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at

I been had them bitches use to pull them off my big wheel
Police know my face they make my misdemeanors big deals
Nigga fuck your seatbelt we gone pop off through that wind shield
My brother feed his kids off serving rock but they say crack kills
Push start on da benz it come alive it got a heart beat
Tole my lawyer get me time served just because the charge weak
Throw me in the water ill come out that bitch with shark meat
Carbon sit on stand by locked and loaded like a car seat
She gone post her nigga but i dick her she don't post me
Tell dat nigga Ja Morant im waiting on my floor seats
Play wit my respect and i get turned just like a door key
I must be done talking if i let one of my hos speak

Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele
Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell
Sixteen oz of gas but im on pump number twelve
I cant do no bump downs pull up on me at the shell
The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at
The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at
The shell the shell the shell pull up on me at
The shell the shell the shell you can meet me at

Written by:
Courtney Moore

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