"Shell, Pt. II" lyrics
Bando. & WESTSIDE BOOGIE Lyrics
Yea
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
Alright
I been on a whole lil' mission
Trying to double up the chicken
In the kitchen cutting weight myself
Ever since a youngin', I been trying to get some money
It's a fetish, pockets heavy, I should weigh myself
I done seen a whole lot
The lows, the no's, the hiccups, the roadblocks
It rains, it pours, it's fucking up the whole crop
Only way you seeing growth is if you don't stop
So I won't stop (Aye)
I been on a whole 'nother level, I swear
S.N.S. best thing smoking, I fear
Effortless flow, it's a separate tier
Shit, I should've been a Kappa the way I'm stepping this year
Look at him, moving through the pressure
Niggas want to check him, bitch, I'm Luka on the record
I jump in the booth, I'm a nuke, Lethal Weapon
I think Danny'll tell you this shit ain't regular, I reckon
I came from the bottom of the map, you dig
Where they throwing jolly's in the act, you dig
I ain't for the violence, but I dare a nigga try us
You identifying bodies on a slab, you dig
I been trying to grow some, worry 'bout the motion
Get a couple dollars then I'm posted by the ocean
Homie know his best verse ain't better than my worst one
Said he want the smoke, I'mma tell yo' ass smoke sumn', son
This shit makes me lose my breath
I think I might lose my head
That result of disrespect
Molded out of fear of threat
I wake up covered in sweat
I see angels, I see death
It can't be time for me yet
Hope I don't drown in regret
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Ooh
I ain't really got time, nigga, uh
I could spend about 5 witcha'
Love in my heart, but this heat on my lap
I got peace on the inside and outside, nigga
I could be the data when the homie need a glitch
I could be the ladder when the homie need a lift
Say I did you wrong, we could talk about it later
Hard to talk about my feelings when my back up on the fence
Uh, made it through the hard times, didn't I?
Uh, working at it all day, didn't I?
Had to be the one that they want to overlook
Now I'm coming with the shit that the world can't, didn't I?
Uh, she wasn't on me enough so I dead-ed her, way too ahead of her
I ain't that nigga that went and got money and act like it's regular
I gotta flex
Say that you got it, but want to be modest
Guess that ain't my problem 'cause I couldn't tell
Can't take a shot when it's stuck in the chamber
You poppin' that shit, gotta come out yo' shell
Ain't that a- uh, ain't that a bitch?
Thought you my nigga, you told me I fell
Knew that I tripped, knew that I slipped
Can't lose my grip while I'm holding my L's
Aye
Re-rocked the single, y'all niggas was feenin'
This dope that I got put yo' ass on the cement
If niggas ain't jockin' and jackin', you probably been acting
Like you ain't the spawn of my semen
I'm way too ahead like the dean off of 'Lean On Me'
"It must be crack" you was smoking, you sleep on him
Watch how I set the scene and separate from the pack
Told his ass, "It was all in the sequencing," nigga
Niggas see the moves and be quiet 'bout it, okay
I just keep it cool, I ain't crying 'bout it, no way
Funny how the same niggas tight-lipped
All up in my DM tryna get the feature prices, okay
Ain't on this side, hoe don't bother
Feel like I hold water the way I'm so well
It ain't no money, won't get nothing from me
Except for two birds and a couple of shells, hoe
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
Alright
I been on a whole lil' mission
Trying to double up the chicken
In the kitchen cutting weight myself
Ever since a youngin', I been trying to get some money
It's a fetish, pockets heavy, I should weigh myself
I done seen a whole lot
The lows, the no's, the hiccups, the roadblocks
It rains, it pours, it's fucking up the whole crop
Only way you seeing growth is if you don't stop
So I won't stop (Aye)
I been on a whole 'nother level, I swear
S.N.S. best thing smoking, I fear
Effortless flow, it's a separate tier
Shit, I should've been a Kappa the way I'm stepping this year
Look at him, moving through the pressure
Niggas want to check him, bitch, I'm Luka on the record
I jump in the booth, I'm a nuke, Lethal Weapon
I think Danny'll tell you this shit ain't regular, I reckon
I came from the bottom of the map, you dig
Where they throwing jolly's in the act, you dig
I ain't for the violence, but I dare a nigga try us
You identifying bodies on a slab, you dig
I been trying to grow some, worry 'bout the motion
Get a couple dollars then I'm posted by the ocean
Homie know his best verse ain't better than my worst one
Said he want the smoke, I'mma tell yo' ass smoke sumn', son
This shit makes me lose my breath
I think I might lose my head
That result of disrespect
Molded out of fear of threat
I wake up covered in sweat
I see angels, I see death
It can't be time for me yet
Hope I don't drown in regret
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Ooh
I ain't really got time, nigga, uh
I could spend about 5 witcha'
Love in my heart, but this heat on my lap
I got peace on the inside and outside, nigga
I could be the data when the homie need a glitch
I could be the ladder when the homie need a lift
Say I did you wrong, we could talk about it later
Hard to talk about my feelings when my back up on the fence
Uh, made it through the hard times, didn't I?
Uh, working at it all day, didn't I?
Had to be the one that they want to overlook
Now I'm coming with the shit that the world can't, didn't I?
Uh, she wasn't on me enough so I dead-ed her, way too ahead of her
I ain't that nigga that went and got money and act like it's regular
I gotta flex
Say that you got it, but want to be modest
Guess that ain't my problem 'cause I couldn't tell
Can't take a shot when it's stuck in the chamber
You poppin' that shit, gotta come out yo' shell
Ain't that a- uh, ain't that a bitch?
Thought you my nigga, you told me I fell
Knew that I tripped, knew that I slipped
Can't lose my grip while I'm holding my L's
Aye
Re-rocked the single, y'all niggas was feenin'
This dope that I got put yo' ass on the cement
If niggas ain't jockin' and jackin', you probably been acting
Like you ain't the spawn of my semen
I'm way too ahead like the dean off of 'Lean On Me'
"It must be crack" you was smoking, you sleep on him
Watch how I set the scene and separate from the pack
Told his ass, "It was all in the sequencing," nigga
Niggas see the moves and be quiet 'bout it, okay
I just keep it cool, I ain't crying 'bout it, no way
Funny how the same niggas tight-lipped
All up in my DM tryna get the feature prices, okay
Ain't on this side, hoe don't bother
Feel like I hold water the way I'm so well
It ain't no money, won't get nothing from me
Except for two birds and a couple of shells, hoe
