Lyrics Shadows - Rozz Dyliams, Crimewave, Grim B

Shadows

Fuck a bitch I’m getting money I can use my hand
Unless a bitch gon be a bitch and help me get my bands
What’s the plan I wrap the gripping that thang with suran
And piggity pop on any motherfucker tryna run up and get they grabs
Criminal essence of mind
West coast on mine
Life get smothered
Life on auto pilot
Life on rewind
All up and down the 5 with cocaine on my mind
I reminisce about them days growing up, throwing up wine
My days are colder now that I’m older and more jaded by time
I have the world in my hands and emptiness in my eyes
Mentally ill only ever feel like something isn’t right
In a rainy city represented by suicide
6−0-4−4-2−5 I bust a hydroplane
Waking up early every morning with this money on my brain
Woke up early Saturday morning with this hoe on my dick
With this bitch on my wrist
Working my wrist out the frame
I don’t give a fuck nigga cap that
Ima turn nigga to a hashtag
On a t-shirt got yo Momma sad
I don’t give a fuck he had to get had
Oh shit let it snap
Fuck a op
Smoke a pack
Get back
Get racks I ain’t gonna be happy til I get that
Ay!
With my wrist
With my fist
Hit em' like I’m Ronnie
Bitch I’m pissed off the shits got that K2 on me
Dark thoughts in my head smoke that gas then call me
Leave em red Walking dead turn him to a zombie
It’s a bad bad day up in the 2−5-3
I don’t even give a fuck if niggas do like me
Ain’t making these moves like me
Bitch what ya gonna do fight me
I know you won’t cause ya (?) ice cream
Can’t fuck around me and my team
Okay!
Rolling down the trash can and I’m (?) blazer
Back seat got the mask on (?) and some razors
A little gift for the haters my (?) see ya later
Sitting shotty is my girl none of the shit don’t phase her
She (?) then pull the mask and erase them
She like to sleep by the fire while we listen to Mayhem
The fires filled with our enemies
They all thought they ahead of me
Lack of empathy my weapon as I’m stomping em steadily
She got that blade on her side
No regrets, No rewind
Smell of fear got her happy make her feel she alive
Love the color of blood cause it acts like a drug
Spitting fire in the booth making music for thugs
Rolling bodies in rugs my (?) wire gives hugs
Round the neck, cashing checks will take cash over drugs
My (?) My mug
I’ve been away for a minute
My bodies buried in the forest but my spirits a killer