Shell Gang

(Run) Run, run run, run, run

When we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch,  get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up when we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up

I'm bomin' to your block, blow uwops
We don't box
Call the cops, know your type, you a bitch
Like your bitch
Fuck your bitch, aye, aye, aye
She suck my dick, wait, wait, wait, wait
Bust down on the left of my wrist, lit
Diamonds all wet, they go drip, drip
Try to rob me, you get hit quick
Shoot the shit it go click, click
If I see that nigga, boy, it's on sight
Nigga we don't fist fight, nigga
I'm with your bitch like, nigga

Aye, run up in your shit
I don't trip, make you sit, aye
Fuck up on your bitch
Like I do it for revenge, aye
Swift with the wrist, nigga
Blade never miss, aye
100 round clips pointed at the opposites, aye
Now they saw ice
She look at me, she gon' look at me twice
This ain't a fade, I'm takin' your life
This ain't a 'K, bitch, this is a knife
Aye, yuh, fuck her, lick her
Little bitch drink on the liquor
Pull up, on ya murakami take a picture

When we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up when we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up

Uh, Balla you know that boy Balla a demon
Love the clout, these bitches be fiendin'
(Brrah)
I don't have to jack beef for no reason
When I say that shit came in, I mean it
(I mean it)
Most people try to put a end to me
Or see me in the penitentiary ('Tentiary)
Can't let these niggas get to me (At all)
Doing big things, know they sick of me
Havin' faith in God, so I'm praying
(I'm praying)
Young kid, legend in the making
(In the making)
720-8, know y'all been waitin'
(Know y'all been waiting)
All this shit really got my mind racin'
Our father be God (God)
Back then on them blocks
We's totin' them chops (Them chops)
I've been prayin' a lot (A lot)
Cause I'm lookin' for God, I need to feel God
(Woah) i went from trappin' to rappin'
I go for the score so I aim for the basket
These niggas be hatin' with passion
They imitate me, all they doin' actin'
They taking my phone so I switch it up
All these goofies, know I give it up
Niggas mix it so I mix 'em up
Fuck these niggas they ain't keepin' up
(At all)

Ooh, yeah so high, high, high, high
Yeah

Niggas ain't pleadin' the fifth (Woo)
Cook up the dope, she sniffin', ooh
All on my dick
Chop up the bodies (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt up the block, then I dip (Aye)
Fuck with my pimp, Scotty I'm pimpin'
Lipton I'm sippin'
Sniff up a lot, call her Snow
White, nut in her eye, make her go blind
All seein' eye, yeah, lil' mama hypnotized
(She hypnotized)
She want a ride, slobbin' on my knob, yeah
Better not bite like corn on the cob, yeah
All of these bitches be dyke
These bitches on my mind
I'm pullin' up on em'

When we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up when we see that nigga
We gon' sleep that nigga
We gon' pierce that nigga
We gon' leave that nigga
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Come here, bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh gang gang, ow
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh gang gang, ow
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