Russell Coight - Shadow, Huskii

They wanna talk 'bout—

The— The— These little dogs don’t want it with—

Sin— Sin— Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me—

Sin— Sin— Yo

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight

Who— Who— Who, when and where?

Just name me a time and place

If you got a price that I think’s too high

You’ll get rolled with a smilin' face (I'm there)

Got big dreams, so I got faith

Don’t try run or you might get laced

Boy, wanna act all hard for the 'Gram?

Up in the streets, wanna hide away

Pussy (Pussy), got somethin' to spill

Thinkin' I won’t, but I will

Most of the scene just wants me to jump on Drill

Already got that skill (Facts)

Stay calm, stay still

Jobs get done for the bills, nothin' but real

Come a long way from the basement

It’s amazing how they stopped getting fucked on the pills

And your bitch wanna give me gobbies

Got packs on packs in the Ford

Everybody know I’m holdin' like commies

Can’t trust no one, might go ghost

Mind of a psycho, comin' like Tommy

Got in a fifty-seven

You don’t want war 'cause we do it properly

Yeah, 'cause we do it properly

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight

I got opps and I dream they die

I go hard 'til they free my guys

But it hurts when the visit ends

And I go knowin' he’ll never leave in five

But that’s why I be on grind

One day I’ma leave this life

As a kid, couldn’t read or write

But the math’s on point if you need this white

Long— Long— Long drives with F on the M4

These custies never stop beepin' my line

What the fuck would I need a friend for?

Act— Act like I feel alright

But the case I’m facin' makin' my head sore

I remember days bein' dead broke

Gotta re-up, thinkin', «Where has the rent gone?»

Now Versace all in my place

Got Medusa face on the bed on my headboard

Labels tryna sign me

I just had a meeting up on the tenth floor

Run up and down stairs itchy

Still waiting for me to get more

Swear I ain’t made for this rap game

I don’t know why I try and pretend for

All these washed-up flops give the worst advice

But they ain’t done nothin' but bench-warm

I done all this shit myself

Never had no help, didn’t need no mentor

I don’t like being under the spotlight

Why they fuck am I on these meds for?

My life got mental, my friends all left

So now in my head they all dead, gone (Fuck you)

Tak— Tak— Takin' trips, but not acid tabs

Fifteen fitting machines at the tab

Big pack, a rack in a vacuum bag

If I slash this plastic, it’s an avalanche

Got green and white like a Pakistan flag

Just sold a thousand grams while I’m outta town

I’m takin' trips like a caravan

And if I get grabbed, I won’t speak like Mr. Bean

Yeah, that rapper sick, but man iller like Philippines

One— One flip, that’s a million streams

If you carry this brick for me, you’re taking Tiffany’s

just wants to sniff for free

Perth city to S-Y-D

And— And I been chasin' money since fourteen (Facts)

These rappers are like IG before Snapchat

They got no stories (No stories)

I’m in too deep like Dory

I’m in too— in too deep like Dory

All— All of the pain that I caused can’t be fixed by morphine

Pray— Pray— Pray for me

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight

They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise

These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys

Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys

All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight