Letra de No Shells - DJ Scheme & Danny Towers

(Feat. DJ Scheme, OTL Beezy)

I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast

Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras

I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas

Baby girl I'm a mathematician

Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit

I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast

Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras

I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas

Baby girl I'm a mathematician

Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit

I like to tote some shit when I hit that bih ain't gon' leave no shells

I let the 4-4 hit my lil nigga peel shit like a toenail

Get that dope out the pot I was running that route making plays like I'm Odell

Heard you fuck with the opps playing both sides it ain't ever gon' go well

What you know about leaving some shit stanking

You ain't never tote no banger

I heard them boys outside I'm cranking

They don't want beef no angus

We outside like the trees and shit throwing Bs in this birch sorry momma I'm ganging

And we only get one of these shits so I said I'm 'a live and I'm living it dangerous

I'm running these racks up throwing that Turk in the vacuum seal

I got 'em all lapped up I need that Cullinan black and teal

I heart you be beefing with niggas but you ain't met one that's gon' crash for real

Niggas getting tired of that booty rap straight out the trap this the real deal

I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast

Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras

I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas

Baby girl I'm a mathematician

Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit

I learned how to shoot when I was spinning at niggas

Draco hit lil woadie make him Dance like Britney

No gun range we was bussing them pistols

If I'm in the trap then I'm flipping them digits

If I'm in the trap then I'm serving them midgets

Straight hollow tips to his fitted (Woadie)

He could go get his suit fitted

R.I.P. Gang, He is finished

No back and forth, no tennis

I used to pray for the drop

My woadie Nem got it then scoot up and pop

My youngin outside with a mop

Slime a nigga out to the top

I like to spin on the opps

I like to fuck on a thot

That Pyrex is all in the pot

Bitch I be beating the pot

Ice on me

So I buss down a opp

Draco tell a pussy nigga time like a watch

You niggas be hanging with cops

Bitch you ain't calling no shots

All of my souljas got Glocks

All of your souljas got boxed

I'm in the hood with them rocks

Molly on me right now

I'm a big blood lil Woadie pipe down

My youngin gon' spin for some clout

Tell me what the fuck is you 'bout

Pussy ass get crossed out

I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast

Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras

I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas

Baby girl I'm a mathematician

Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit

I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast

Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras

I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas

Baby girl I'm a mathematician

Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit

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