Shells Stackin’ Up

Lyrics

I got that A to the motherfucking K {Lil Rob - Verse 1:} Yeah, shells stacking up I shot about thirty rounds Out my thirty 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 proceed to be the sly, slick, and wicked Yeah, but will I get caught? In the mean time a putos gettin' shot I'll say it's nothing if you ask me I got pumps, you can call them punks and 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 Órale, that's what I say Órale 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 who 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) {Lil Rob - Verse 2:} Simon, they got me on the leva Don't give a shit, I'm listo Homies drinking pisto, one smoking up the crystal I've got the pistol in my hand, keeping trucha For any rivals or the jura The ones rolling thru 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 Not hiding out, just keeping trucha Roll through my hood, just think that we might shoot ya' You won't leave without bullet holes esé So, it doesn't matter to me if you got your cuete '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 homes, now what you think about that? I'll roll your fucking hood without a care See some levas over here, see some levas over there But what the fuck are they gonna do to me Cuz 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 cuete from behind my belt, shit Because these vatos just want to get dealt with You fuck with me man, 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) {Lil Rob - Verse 3:} A crazy little vato when I'm stacking up the balas I don't 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 lob You think that you can rap? But 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 I'm all that But next to you I'm way cool And to you people who 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:] 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) Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie