Dark Shades Lyrics – Skrilla, RecoHavoc

Read the full Dark Shades lyrics by Skrilla and RecoHavoc from the album Z along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out another popular release by Skrilla like Ønly Øway.

[Intro]
(Mvmbo)

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
I just popped about a bean, I’m feeling lovely
Calabas, Casablanca, ‘fit Polo Rugby, looking trim
Saint Laurent shasdes on my face, it cost a Peter Roll
I’m off a P, I’m off a Z, I need an eater rolled
Clean, pull up top off in a G6 Pontiac
Those diamonds (??) VS1s a different black
Adam’s apple drowning in some diamonds, different type of sack
I just pulled up smashed the curb, the ‘Cat left pawprints on the Track’

[Verse 2: RecoHavoc]
Ayo, flier than a bird, I drop some s*it (??)
My stashbox got white s*it, but I was lucky more than that
I seen this s*it before like Raven (??) my people start to act
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout validation, give it up, they never clap

[Verse 3: RecoHavoc]
I know a friend that killеd a friend over some monеy
(??) I put them Chrome Hearts on my face, got dark shades
Free Savage, fu*k that deal, like thirty-five a smart play
Behind them bars, man, fu*k them bars, b!tch, I done came a long way
Like who the target? You the target, smoked some s*it no one’ll claim

[Verse 4: Skrilla]
Cops locked my brother up,a int’ ahve the funds to pay the way
I made a way, I’m having talks (??) he gon’ say today
Vaccine, (??) horse tranq’, cut on the doggy
Panamera Porsche, 911, (??) like a froggy, yop

[Verse 5: RecoHavoc]
Yeah, hundred-fifty M-box, ninety Xannies, kill ’em softly
Walking home, that hurt my heart, his mama OD’d off htat Barney
Turned me to a man, I’m having smackdown, Jeff Hardy
Yeah, my feet on the land, I’m having bands, you coming tardy

I’m the king like who gon’ crsos me, top tier, no one could boss me
Yeah, add class, I give ’em, rock bussdown, think I’m retarded
Got my redbone riding with me, but ain’t s*it sweet, don’t be a smarty
You n!ggas way too weak to guard it, pull up on s*it, this not an artist

[Verse 6: Skrilla]
Attach the crouton on the glick, I got that stiff, won’t get up off me
Christian Louboutin, I’m bleeding when I step in red, caught me
Creed fragrance (??) dripping opps out a (??) drinking Faygos cracking fours like I done spent (??) full-time, though

[Outro]
(Mvmbo)