Young Crazy, Icewear Vezzo - Shell Jumping lyrics

Ayy, Crazo, damn yeah

Ayy, know how I'm comin' with it
Wafi bust down this piece, nigga
Come and get it i'm ridin' with Ace in the
Bimmer like I'm Money Mitch
We the reason nigga smoke his opp in the city
(On God)
Real Norfolk City GOAT, I need a billboard
I don't even want a car
These boys'll kill for it
Trump gave away the money
How you still poor?
You brought all them damn guns
And y'all still whores
Why you shootin' in the air
You tryna kill the Lord?
Play Monopoly in these streets
We just fill the board ayy, life a gamble
And I'm takin' my chips on tour
And I wasn't even lookin' at the strippers
I tipped the floor
Ayy, that boy actin' too damn good
He Denzel cousin real killers, when I die
We gon' let Hell jump in
Ayy, your lil' gang walked in
It felt like 12 comin'
I feel like any man with
Teeth'll probably tell somethin'
Bitch, nah, I don't sell nothin'
Your woman crush just posted my song
Now you air punchin'
She not a ten, when I fucked her
I had smelled somethin'
So you won't see me 'round that
Bitch unless the mail comin'

Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin' ayy, ayy
This that shit that get the jail jumpin'
Nigga, we just left the club
And got the Shell jumpin'
Nigga play around this bitch and
We gon' kill somethin'
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin' ayy, ayy
This that shit that get the jail jumpin'
Nigga, we just left the club
And got the Shell jumpin'
Nigga play around this bitch and
We gon' kill somethin'

These niggas playin' with that pape'
Then we gon' drill somethin'
I just poured two sixes up
I call it twelve somethin'
Had to wake up early morning
'cause the mail comin'
You a pussy, ain't gon' kill nothin'
He gon' tell somethin'
Two hundred thousand on my neck, yeah
It's that ice show
That goofy muggin' in the club
I let that pipe blow, ayy
Real nigga
Keep it hundred just like white lows
Thirty pokin', i don't fuck with niggas
Just like white folks
And fuck probation, if it's up
Then I'm gon' spill somethin'
I gotta calm lil' gang 'nem down
They tryna kill somethin'
Yeah, fuck that Instagram pape', bitch
We got real money
I'm the type of nigga pour the
Lean 'til I don't feel nothin'
Shoot a nigga in his head
Now he can't think for real
And I just popped two double stacks
Now I can't sleep for real
Just count a half a ticket up
That's off of weed and pills
Fuck them niggas, we be in the field
'cause you know we for real, gang
(Drank God)

Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin' ayy, ayy
This that shit that get the jail jumpin'
Nigga, we just left the club
And got the Shell jumpin'
Nigga play around this bitch and
We gon' kill somethin'
Ayy, damn, we got the mail jumpin' ayy, ayy
This that shit that get the jail jumpin'
Nigga, we just left the club
And got the Shell jumpin'
Nigga play around this bitch and
We gon' kill somethin'

Nigga, meet me at the Shell
Let's do it proper, nigga
Any nigga in my car, he down to pop a nigga
Lil' bro by the gas pump with a chopper
Nigga so you gon' see some real fire
You try to rob a nigga