Blue Shell [Explicit] Songtext
von Connor Price & K.Keed
Blue Shell [Explicit] Songtext
Gotta stay fresh like a brand new whip, that new smell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them unread
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell (whoa)
Just so you know, I′m the one who's disrupting the industry
Baby, just throw up the stats
I used to lack in direction
Ironic ′cause nowadays I put the globe on the map
Don't need a publicist, I don't want none of this
I keep it simple, I show up and rap
Feeling like Cardi when she got the bag
You know I′m closing the gap
Auto-tune off but the tunes on auto
I set trends and then you all follow
C notes stacked like I do staccato
DIY, that′s the crew's whole motto
Float on the beat like it′s easy mode
I'm on a whole different level, don′t even know
I could unload the whole clip and don't need to reload it
I′m golden, I got it, unlimited listen, they know I'm about it
My penmanship different and missing is not in my diction
And fiction is not in my writtens
I'm leaving ′em smitten
I′m keeping it fresh like a brand new whip that new smell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them on read
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell (yea)
I know some homies that lost my respect on the way
And that's a reality check
My problems are stacking up
Problems it′s taller than me, for real
It's giving me headaches
Please don′t be putting no cameras in my face
That's tax, reality cheques
Protecting the image and cropping the Ls
Life editing, the vision is blessed
The money motion 360
Moving in circles, letting that twerk on me
Yeah, I got it for free, don′t shop at the mall nigga
Whatchu even know about bricks
If you don't get it that's cool why you tryna tap in dawg
You ain′t even know about leaks
I′m rocking exclusives, drinking kombucha
While I'm still beating on beats
They jacking the sauce, they trying to duplicate flows
The bars are bootlegged
Making these flows gon′ keep me afloat
The money my language, I'm fluent
New smell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them on read
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them unread
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell (whoa)
Just so you know, I′m the one who's disrupting the industry
Baby, just throw up the stats
I used to lack in direction
Ironic ′cause nowadays I put the globe on the map
Don't need a publicist, I don't want none of this
I keep it simple, I show up and rap
Feeling like Cardi when she got the bag
You know I′m closing the gap
Auto-tune off but the tunes on auto
I set trends and then you all follow
C notes stacked like I do staccato
DIY, that′s the crew's whole motto
Float on the beat like it′s easy mode
I'm on a whole different level, don′t even know
I could unload the whole clip and don't need to reload it
I′m golden, I got it, unlimited listen, they know I'm about it
My penmanship different and missing is not in my diction
And fiction is not in my writtens
I'm leaving ′em smitten
I′m keeping it fresh like a brand new whip that new smell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them on read
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell (yea)
I know some homies that lost my respect on the way
And that's a reality check
My problems are stacking up
Problems it′s taller than me, for real
It's giving me headaches
Please don′t be putting no cameras in my face
That's tax, reality cheques
Protecting the image and cropping the Ls
Life editing, the vision is blessed
The money motion 360
Moving in circles, letting that twerk on me
Yeah, I got it for free, don′t shop at the mall nigga
Whatchu even know about bricks
If you don't get it that's cool why you tryna tap in dawg
You ain′t even know about leaks
I′m rocking exclusives, drinking kombucha
While I'm still beating on beats
They jacking the sauce, they trying to duplicate flows
The bars are bootlegged
Making these flows gon′ keep me afloat
The money my language, I'm fluent
New smell
Switching it up, too stale
They try to text, leave them on read
Switching the phone, new cell
Secrets I kept, do tell
We had to fight, tooth nail
This is a race, I know my place
Coming for first, blue shell
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
