Maxo Kream - TACO SHELLS Lyrics

(d.a. got that dope)
Okay

Tell my lil' nigga to spin, he got himself into some beef
Did a number job, and switched the van, a stolo SRT
They shot his house up last week, he scared as hell, he wanted to chill
Gave him my Draco .223, we don't squash beef, we drill and kill
Taco Bell, we pull up with shells when it come to beef
We dumping shells, no Saved By The Bell, but my tires screech
Watch out for 12, 'cause we hot as hell, let's make it home in peace
My house right there, pull up to the left, but, shh, my people sleep
Went upstairs, shampoo in my hair, took a bath with bleach
No evidence, I won't let no Feds get the drop on me
Ain't scared of jury, ain't scared of 12, I'm scared my bro might tell on me
Been acting scared before we left, could tell he don't do felonies

No registration, strapped with pours and bows and the scale on me
I'm on probation, bro and I'm on parole, so ain't no bailing me
His heart be pacing, back and forth, he pacing, Newport smoke, he nervous
He acting anxious, starting to work my patience, lane to lane, he swervin'
Turn down the music, bitch stop driving stupid with stolo paper plates
Glocks, MACs, and Uzis, driving goofy, we get pulled over, take your cases
Bust two lefts and at the light, you bust a right, keep going straight
He scared to death, he never took a life, I see it in his face
He fold his hands and bow his head, but we ain't got no time to pray
Sound like a ho, boy, Maxo dope boy, kick you out my car like Trey
He grabbed the K, he said he down to ride, then looked me in my eyes
Tre Pound, hop out walk him down, don't do drive-bys, we slide

Tell my lil' nigga to spin, he got himself into some beef
Did a number job, and switched the van, a stolo SRT
They shot his house up last week, he scared as hell, he wanted to chill
Gave him my Draco .223, we don't squash beef, we drill and kill
Taco Bell, we pull up with shells when it come to beef
We dumping shells, no Saved By The Bell, but my tires screech
Watch out for 12, 'cause we hot as hell, let's make it home in peace
My house right there, pull up to the left, but, shh, my people sleep
Went upstairs, shampoo in my hair, took a bath with bleach
No evidence, I won't let no Feds get the drop on me
Ain't scared of jury, ain't scared of 12, I'm scared my bro might tell on me
Been acting scared before we left, could tell he don't do felonies

I'm too loyal, chose to ride for niggas who won't ride for self
Keep it loyal when its Law and Order, facing life or death
Screamin' death before dishonor, do your partner really mean it?
Keep it silent, stand on business, or do he sit down when he peein'?
You put your gang gang in a chain gang, how you rat out all your people?
The ops went bang bang, the whole gang came, wasn't my beef and still came with you
We been thuggin' since 11, knew one day you might turn 12
Before you snitch, I up my stick, empty the clip, send you to hell

Tell my lil' nigga to spin, he got himself into some beef
Did a number job, and switched the van, a stolo SRT
They shot his house up last week, he scared as hell, he wanted to chill
Gave him my Draco .223, we don't squash beef, we drill and kill
Taco Bell, we pull up with shells when it come to beef
We dumping shells, no Saved By The Bell, but my tires screech
Watch out for 12, 'cause we hot as hell, let's make it home in peace
My house right there, pull up to the left, but, shh, my people sleep
Went upstairs, shampoo in my hair, took a bath with bleach
No evidence, I won't let no Feds get the drop on me
Ain't scared of jury, ain't scared of 12, I'm scared my bro might tell on me
Been acting scared before we left, could tell he don't do felonies