Artist: Young Dro f/ MacBoney, T.I. Album: Shell (S) Song: Shell Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: T.I.] hey pimp squad pimp hard we gettin ours of top hit broad ass niggaz in dey jaws of top pisol whip em then bust em in the leg wit the glock leave em fuckin shell shocked dont get cha fuckin head chopped 4 tryin 2 hustle a broad but nigga ours dont stop wheather we hustle broads or gettin our of blocks used 2 see us on the block hangin in the spot chillin fire hot but we out till diss yeall start sellin time 2 re-up and I'm waitin on dude but not devin kno the feds wonder who no clue I'm not tellin we vintage hustlers throwback gangstas from "87" extremly rare I swear I'm like number 9 out of 11 now you see us flashin toolz on "22" hot wheelin back 2 back 2 back in black and blue and white 7's came along way from the trap wit dem hard white 7's its a blessin that you peasants was graced wit our presents [Chorus] man dem niggaz shell you dont want no part of the squad man dem niggaz shell send somethin at you hit cha hard in ya heart man dem niggaz shell i promise nigga you dont want it wit us you dumb as hell and ass out tryin 2 call our bluff [x2] [Verse 2: young dro] yall caught us on brawus change the paint on the chevy june, july, and august try one of my dogs get 2 of ya dogs slaughtered 12 chasin us on the trap but they aint caught us dimes jockin who saw us a watch the ammo slugs in the belt strapped on my chest boy I'm ramdro soldier give me my warriors gucci my leather fresh air force ones my guns dats betta whateva mafia learnin feds found out I was bilengual when dey heard me speakin in german twistin and turnin drug dealer clickin and bustin im section 8 project livin but I'm dealin wit russians i swear bodies i'll drop slow my mexican colt quepaso doublle glock 30 round clips i'll knock em out folk reload swiftly approxamatly 120 slugs come plenty wont stop until my whole clip empty cause im [Chorus] shell you dont want no part of the squad man dem niggaz shell send somethin at you hit cha hard in ya heart man dem niggaz shell i promise nigga you dont want it wit us you dumb as hell and ass out tryin 2 call our bluff man dem niggaz shell [Verse 3: macboney] im the first sarg. in a blackout i pull the black mack out i blow ya back out shoot you up higher then stackhouse my nine clear house hide in the corner nigga play mouse i brang the k out we serve up beef like a steak house the devils play house you talkin shit but you dont weigh out lets see what dey bout but shit you kno how dats gone play out we paid and dey not so we dont care shit we gone spray shots you might leave 2nite but we gone catch you in yo day spot we glorify hot ridin big in dem fat knots this where the game stops we classic soldiers just like reebok ridin hightops I be so high I see the rooftops pistol stay cocked cause niggaz thrivin up on my block shut the fuck up back tha fuck up bitch you'll get touched my clique 2 much we gone go out rich and famous so you can blame us you already pointin fingers these niggaz sangers we classified as entertainers [Chorus] shell you dont want no part of the squad man dem niggaz shell send somethin at you hit cha hard in ya heart man dem niggaz shell I promise nigga you dont want it wit us you dumb as hell and ass out tryin 2 call our bluff