Shells Stackin’ Up Lil Rob

I got that A to the motherfucking K

{Lil Rob - Verse 1:}
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 proceed 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 cuz 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