Getting f*cked up so what?
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Wanna feel it
They make me feel whole
Oh, you can't see
But they got my soul
I got a couple more things I wanna show
Drugs make your face not look real low-key
Freezing in the snow
You play a game, no hockey
Run away from my love
Got me feeling like Kobe
Back in the day
I would've stayed
I guess that's the old me
Double my cup
Sorry, not sorry
I'm too high up, yeah
Can't talk to nobody
Up in the cut
I have a party
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Getting f*cked up so what?
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Pull up, hell's gate
F*cked up, help me
12 gauge shell ay
Dreams like LA
Hit em two piece dollars, rupees
Big ass house that's why I do this
Don't get deluded
Hit up your block you get looted
Pop a perc get so retardet
Need to be rebooted
Need to be restarted
Then I shoot at you
I'll smoke your coupe
Run that loot
Take your Xanax pop it cool
Call me manace how I shoot
21 clip a savage boom
Call it my boomstick
Barrel a poolstick
Need me a cool chick
Need me a mil-cheque
Chop with the optics
Call this shit mil-tech
Whip like a tank
Hand over my Kel-Tec
xaanyy - Shells Lyrics
xaanyy - Shells Lyrics
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Getting f*cked up so what?
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Wanna feel it
They make me feel whole
Oh, you can't see
But they got my soul
I got a couple more things I wanna show
Drugs make your face not look real low-key
Freezing in the snow
You play a game, no hockey
Run away from my love
Got me feeling like Kobe
Back in the day
I would've stayed
I guess that's the old me
Double my cup
Sorry, not sorry
I'm too high up, yeah
Can't talk to nobody
Up in the cut
I have a party
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Getting f*cked up so what?
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Pull up, hell's gate
F*cked up, help me
12 gauge shell ay
Dreams like LA
Hit em two piece dollars, rupees
Big ass house that's why I do this
Don't get deluded
Hit up your block you get looted
Pop a perc get so retardet
Need to be rebooted
Need to be restarted
Then I shoot at you
I'll smoke your coupe
Run that loot
Take your Xanax pop it cool
Call me manace how I shoot
21 clip a savage boom
Call it my boomstick
Barrel a poolstick
Need me a cool chick
Need me a mil-cheque
Chop with the optics
Call this shit mil-tech
Whip like a tank
Hand over my Kel-Tec
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Wanna feel it
They make me feel whole
Oh, you can't see
But they got my soul
I got a couple more things I wanna show
Drugs make your face not look real low-key
Freezing in the snow
You play a game, no hockey
Run away from my love
Got me feeling like Kobe
Back in the day
I would've stayed
I guess that's the old me
Double my cup
Sorry, not sorry
I'm too high up, yeah
Can't talk to nobody
Up in the cut
I have a party
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Getting f*cked up so what?
Getting drugged up so what?
I ain't finna stop, no
Better make it drop, ho
My demons they come from the desert
They want me to sip
And I know it won't help it
I wanna feel it
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't f*ck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My phone ringing like a bell, yeah
Collecting these shells, yeah
I ain't talking turtles talking shotgun
It's a twelve gauge
Pull up, hell's gate
F*cked up, help me
12 gauge shell ay
Dreams like LA
Hit em two piece dollars, rupees
Big ass house that's why I do this
Don't get deluded
Hit up your block you get looted
Pop a perc get so retardet
Need to be rebooted
Need to be restarted
Then I shoot at you
I'll smoke your coupe
Run that loot
Take your Xanax pop it cool
Call me manace how I shoot
21 clip a savage boom
Call it my boomstick
Barrel a poolstick
Need me a cool chick
Need me a mil-cheque
Chop with the optics
Call this shit mil-tech
Whip like a tank
Hand over my Kel-Tec
Writer: Elias Clara, Fabian Aufderklamm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid