Shells Stackin' Up Lyrics - Crazy Life - Lil' Rob

I got that A to the motherfucking K 

Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds 

Out my thrity round clip, you can even hear the sounds 

Of the shells when they hit the ground 

But you know they're right down 

Can't take chances if you plan to fuck around 

Leaving prints on a shell, life in a jail cell 

With no bail living life in Hell 

So I precede to be the sly, slick, and wicked 

But will I get caught? In the mean time a puto gets shot 

I say it's nothing if you ask me 

I got pumps, you can call them punks man, they wanna blast me 

That only figures when you're living life crazy 

They wanna keep me from rapping 'cause they know it pays me 

Orale that's what I say 

Orale puto that's what I say before I spray 

All them fucking levas and I cap cap cap 

And then I come back and make a firme rap rap rap 

And tell everybody what I just did 

Lined up some levas and I just got rid 

Of a couple right on the double, I'm nothing but trouble 

But when it comes to hynas I'm the one that likes to cuddle 

But right now the shells are stacking up 

I got my thirty rendevous and fools are backing up 

I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb 

Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum 

You vatos tempt me now I don't give a fuck 

Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up 

[Chorus] 

I got my shells stacking up 

(I got that A to the motherfucking K) 

I got my shells stacking up 

(I got that A to the motherfucking K) 

I got my shells stacking up 

(I got that A to the motherfucking K) 

I got my shells stacking up 

(I got that A to the motherfucking K) 

Simon they got me on the leva 

Don't give a shit, I'm listo 

Homies drinking besto, one smoking up the crystal 

I've got the pistol in my hand keeping trucha 

For any rivals or the jura 

The ones rolling down the hood is dead tonight 

Something's gonna happen just like it always does right 

We're in a spot where we see them but they can't see us 

So when they try to bust we bust on them busters 

Now hiding out, just keeping trucha 

Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya 

You won't leave without bullet holes ese 

So it doesn't matter to me if you got your quette 

'cause you won't know where the fuck to shoot back 

All you hear is rata-tat-tat rata-tat-tat 

And if you roll through it's time for the payback 

Time to cruise your hood holmes, now what you think about that 

I'll roll your fucking hood without a care 

See some levas over here so some levas over there 

What the fuck are they gonna do to me 

'cause I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D 

Soy chingon, fuck em all 

See some levas standing then you see some levas fall 

As I spray and make their day 

Say "Fuck you putos" now it's time for the get away 

But I can't split until at least one dies 

So I got back and give the vato a Columbian Necktie 

Oh shit, here comes his homies around the corner, they're coming 

Should I be running? Fuck no, I should be gunning 

Pull out my quette from behind my belt, shit 

Because these vatos just want to be delt with 

You fuck with me man, I don't give a fuck 

Size don't mean shit when my shells are stacking up 

[Chorus] 

A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas 

I don' give a fuck about you punk ass chavas 

Simon, I bring down my locs 

Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes 

You see you're nothing but a lop 

You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk 

It's like wibble y wobble y wibble y wobble 

You're a chicken, you're a turkey, bawk bawk, gobble gobble 

Simon, when you gobble my nutts 

You get this kind of treatment 'cause you're nothing but punks 

But uh, enough about you fools 

I'm not saying all that but next to you I'm way cool 

And to you people that wanna know, I'll let you guess 

Yeah to you putos, yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best 

And I'm stacking up the shells 

Having an Oh What A Night sort of like the Dells 

But not in love, I'm on a killing spree 

Killing off you fucking putos who fuck with me 

So remember this ese when I don't give a fuck 

Keep trucha homey 'cause my shells'll be stacking up 

[Chorus] 

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