Lyrics

They say I need to slow down Like I drink too much, I party too much But I'm reckless baby I was born that way, I'mma stay that way Niggas couldn't see me if my vitiligo was neon Nose in the air, staring at the planet that He on Scapped you off my balls with my paws, y'all be gone Effortlessly F em, left em jeffing, my nuts they be on Get out my face is what they telling me But I'm the shit, you smelling me And I refuse to rep any letter, this ain't no spelling B So what I'm saying, ain't no question who the man is Kali take his chances with you jarets I'mma keep on talking reckless, brothers left em respective efforts to dap em in Used to be in love with the pen, don't know what's happening Well they matching the abstract rapping, to hide that's happening Everly telling me money's funny Why I ain't laughing then? It's like I got the will but I neglect it Drunk as hell and don't know where I'm headed Sideways down a one way dead end Telling you to get in It's like I'm talking breezy to an OG Slapped a couple pimps just like they owe me Part of you like nigga you don't know me I can be that nigga you want me to be I be talking reckless reckless reckless reckless reckless I be talking that reckless reckless reckless Well shut up! When you leave I'll be talking that shit But I'm a master when I match words In a nutshell I bust well After burner, taking off I'm on a launch pad, no duck tells What smells? I'm on fire Throw a little wood up on the bonfire Tell yo mutts I'm on a Helen Hunt And now I'm mad about you, Paul Rise Killer on the mic, born naturally Baseball bat with the barb wire Mick de Folly, I'm sick homie If you paid for the you an art buyer Hard to march, hide yo marks Howard Stern, private parts How on earth first thing that I prove is 13, is that off the chart? Maybe I shouldn't be given to the crazy eye If I was smart but I'm U-B-I and I'm reckless Set tripping and writing for Ces bitch Knock 'em out cold, south pole Matter don't money, I'm about dough Fuck a hard rock, I'm a star fox No Falco, It's like I got the will but I neglect it Drunk as hell and don't know where I'm headed Sideways down a one way dead end Telling you to get in It's like I'm talking breezy to an OG Slapped a couple pimps just like they owe me Part of you like nigga you don't know me I can be that nigga you want me to be I be talking reckless reckless reckless reckless reckless I be talking that reckless reckless reckless Well shut up! When you leave I'll be talking that shit I'm ahead of the curve cousin Killing 'em, keeping it strange, I'm coming to burn something Ain't nobody on the radio Fucking with us so you niggas ain't heard nothing Kid I been up in that loud With a pen and a pad, a couple of bad bitches Blowing me off of the map and a matter of fact – I ain't never had bitches Killer City sinner silly in there Pop a molly, put a drink in the air I could be riding her aqua now and with a rocking I'm umfing a lock of my hair Fuck if I care, fuck if I'm rare I could be cutting the muck of the mayor Wavy in the midi really we coming Shake it up and I'm dumping the flare Fan out, find him, find him, I need a necklace A needle plus a package, a crash can complete the checklist What I need is RNR when I'm buzzing as big as Texas In the whip with no break, hitting the gas Nigga, I'm reckless It's like I got the will but I neglect it Drunk as hell and don't know where I'm headed Sideways – that a one way dead end Telling you to get in It's like I'm talking breezy to an OG Slapped a couple pimps just like they owe me Part of you like nigga you don't know me I can be that nigga you want me to be I be talking reckless reckless reckless reckless reckless I be talking that reckless reckless reckless Well shut up! When you leave I'll be talking that shit Nigga, do you know who I am? Nigga, do you know who I am?
Writer(s): Thomas William George Budin, Graham Miley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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