Reckless
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the way in the 'lac (Yeah)
I got yo baby with Choppa and Tae in the back (They in the back)
They got K and the strap in her face
And they waving it, blowing her brains in her lap
New Money came on the map with the hits
And the fame, we want that shit a-to-the-sap (ASAP)
A-all of these bitches, they limping, not walking the same
They got it from hanging with Zach (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, fuckin' with me (Yeah)
I know you hearing how dumb this shit be (Uh-huh)
These hoes ain't shit, man, fuck 'em they weak (Fuck 'em!)
If I'mma damn dog, bitch, you a damn flea
Lil bitch, I'm reckless, I got you breathless
Dick with some bacon, we fuckin' for breakfast (Yeah, yeah)
I want some head, I ain't talking no lettuce (Yeah)
She on her knees, I'm fulfilling her fetish, mane
How many niggas wanna watch me kill this beat?
Give a nigga holes like cheese (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Now I gotta kill everybody on the motherfuckin' track
'Cause no witnesses can beat me (Hell naw)
Yeah, had to come a lil' different
Co-cold as a freezer, but the booth is the kitchen (Ice, ice, ice)
You know that I'm cookin'
When I get up in it, bitches get offended
All white spaceship, but it ain't rented
Dump on a nigga, now you can't see up in it
All black nigga gettin' limousine tinted
Rev on the engine 'fore a nigga start spinnin'
R-rev on the engine 'fore a nigga start spinnin'
Spray with no delay, yeah, yeah, yeah
And every kiss begins with K, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I hit him in the face
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
I'm killin' these niggas like Jason
I am a demon, call me a mason
Your hoe, she lame, she boujee, she basic
All in my room, you know that she naked, uh (Huh?)
Smokin' on dope with Doughboi, kickin' the rhymes with 901
Smokin' these blunts, all with J Loud, rockin' the stage for 901
Yeah, NM$, I swear we them niggas
Steph Curry when it comes to the pistols
Tho-thought we couldn't rap, how did you figure
Wait 'til we blow and count all these figures
We empty the choppa in your body
Shut down your system, now you can't function
Big body whip, no Paul Bunyon
Dope aroma hit you just like a onion
You full of cap like America (Cap)
That bih' was so bad so I married her (Bad)
They tryna fuck up my image
You don't know the story, so it's blemished
Like Liu Kang, leave him finished (Chop him up)
Praying that we blow up any minute
Want a real win, fuck a scrimmage
Chasing greens, so I love me some spinach
Had the fire box, so I nutted the quickest
I'm in it relentless, 'cause I am the illest
Everything I write has been leave us a killin'
But time is money, so I'm watching the clock
We popped out like the jack in the box
Nigga was plottin', so I gave him 3 shots
So he took a visit, mane, straight to the doc
The streets was dirty, so I cleaned up the block, bitch
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the way in the 'lac (Yeah)
I got yo baby with Choppa and Tae in the back (They in the back)
They got K and the strap in her face
And they waving it, blowing her brains in her lap
New Money came on the map with the hits
And the fame, we want that shit a-to-the-sap (ASAP)
A-all of these bitches, they limping, not walking the same
They got it from hanging with Zach (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, fuckin' with me (Yeah)
I know you hearing how dumb this shit be (Uh-huh)
These hoes ain't shit, man, fuck 'em they weak (Fuck 'em!)
If I'mma damn dog, bitch, you a damn flea
Lil bitch, I'm reckless, I got you breathless
Dick with some bacon, we fuckin' for breakfast (Yeah, yeah)
I want some head, I ain't talking no lettuce (Yeah)
She on her knees, I'm fulfilling her fetish, mane
How many niggas wanna watch me kill this beat?
Give a nigga holes like cheese (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Now I gotta kill everybody on the motherfuckin' track
'Cause no witnesses can beat me (Hell naw)
Yeah, had to come a lil' different
Co-cold as a freezer, but the booth is the kitchen (Ice, ice, ice)
You know that I'm cookin'
When I get up in it, bitches get offended
All white spaceship, but it ain't rented
Dump on a nigga, now you can't see up in it
All black nigga gettin' limousine tinted
Rev on the engine 'fore a nigga start spinnin'
R-rev on the engine 'fore a nigga start spinnin'
Spray with no delay, yeah, yeah, yeah
And every kiss begins with K, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I hit him in the face
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
I'm killin' these niggas like Jason
I am a demon, call me a mason
Your hoe, she lame, she boujee, she basic
All in my room, you know that she naked, uh (Huh?)
Smokin' on dope with Doughboi, kickin' the rhymes with 901
Smokin' these blunts, all with J Loud, rockin' the stage for 901
Yeah, NM$, I swear we them niggas
Steph Curry when it comes to the pistols
Tho-thought we couldn't rap, how did you figure
Wait 'til we blow and count all these figures
We empty the choppa in your body
Shut down your system, now you can't function
Big body whip, no Paul Bunyon
Dope aroma hit you just like a onion
You full of cap like America (Cap)
That bih' was so bad so I married her (Bad)
They tryna fuck up my image
You don't know the story, so it's blemished
Like Liu Kang, leave him finished (Chop him up)
Praying that we blow up any minute
Want a real win, fuck a scrimmage
Chasing greens, so I love me some spinach
Had the fire box, so I nutted the quickest
I'm in it relentless, 'cause I am the illest
Everything I write has been leave us a killin'
But time is money, so I'm watching the clock
We popped out like the jack in the box
Nigga was plottin', so I gave him 3 shots
So he took a visit, mane, straight to the doc
The streets was dirty, so I cleaned up the block, bitch
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Niggas wanna wonder why we so reckless
Spend a half a mill on a muhfuckin' necklace
Bustin' through the shirt where a nigga be flexing
Metal on my waist, so you better not check this
Credits
Writer(s): Zach Gilliland
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