Red Shell

[Chorus]
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell

[Verse]
Opps dropping albums, they gon’ flop
I fucked your bitch, she give me top
I don’t need no more blue shell to get to the top
Whenever I’m present, my opps, they just drop
I’ll smack my hoe if she get too sloppy
Random bitches be callin me papi
Half of em ain’t even Puerto Rican
That shit have me geekin
Feelin myself in all seasons
Dreams of killing for no reason ay
They say I’m as soft as a sock, ok
But claim they tough as a rock, all fake
They say I’m clear like semen ay ok
A factor that I ain’t fake, and I know she got cake
She always make it shake
But she my bestie, I’m like Drake
Finna be like Drake, I’ll fake it till I make it
Niggas tell you to be yourself but doing that won’t get you fame or game in this game
Nah, you gotta drop names and claim that you bang
And then they’ll be like dang, that nigga right there yeah he so fly
Yeah
I’m back on my tide
At this point, these niggas just wanna ride
Slide on the opps, no Durk
Let’s go to work

[Chorus]
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Red shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell
Blue shell (yah)