Shells ft. KirbLaGoop

I'm backin' up in the trap, I'm up in D-Town Yeah, got my socks on, yeah, I'm on my feet

now Yeah, I boot up, I wake up in the mornin

and I'm a rock star Wake up in the mornin', I'm sippin' that Wokhardt Poppin' out like young Zeus, lil' boy, jumpin out the bush, you a pop tart Yeah, I've been a white guy, but it's been a long time since I sold hard Yeah, I knew you was suspect, boy, I see

them lights in that cop car Man, what you want a gold star

I be flamin' up in that nightlife Yeah, I love to multiply, I love to get back to the basics I was slidin' in that Cadillac, that bitch

had extra space It's crazy, I could hop in that rari right now, yeah, and just go race it Yeah, I hop up in that GT-R, them cops ain't doin' no pacing I got a lot to say up on the mic, so I make a lot of statements I ain't signin' none of those statements

Yeah, I'ma reach my destination, I'm on the road

Gettin' plenty plays, been slidin' to the places

She give me face, yeah, she puttin' cash in my hand, yeah, them faces. Every day the mailman bring me some shit, forgot I ordered

I'm smokin' size, I got an ode, I got a bag up in the corner

Yeah, you washed up, that shit funny as hell I'm on the shore, I'm gettin' washed up

I'm in the beach in that new Chanel I'm soft stuff, I'm bored on the Instagram I'm makin' sales You get tossed up like a coin in the air