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[Intro:]
âDrumma Boyâ [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (Itâs Gucci! Unghh)
[Gucci Mane:]
Hey girl Iâm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ainât goin back
I blow stack after stack after stack after stack
At the rack everyday and they knowin that
Well Iâm blowin that and Iâm doin this
And my red flag got the haters pissed
Donât reckless, this not a diss
This not a threat, this real shit
And donât play me, cause ainât no stoppin me
Ainât no toppin me, and ainât no robbin me
Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out
We reckless, we O.G.
On Acuras and they textin us
But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn?
Iâm blood in and blood out on
Flat Shoals with big sand
And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes
Two bloods and two rides with foâ nines and gang signs So whatâs up?
The pricety, Iâm icey as iced tea
Iâm the king of diamonds and the princess shinin
And all mine behind me
[Chorus: x8]
Letâs get reckless, letâs get reckless
[Cap:]
Oh yeah! Cap, Iâm in beast mode
Hell yeah Iâm on reckless
If you donât like it pussy nigga come check this
Respect this or meet your death wish
Thereâs 17 bird on my necklace
I fuck with dem and they fuck with me
Donât fuck with us, get the fuck from âround
Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, eârybody goin HAM
Donât test this, cause if you do
That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn
Look what the fuck done happened
Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin
That Iâm worryin about the [?] pulled out
No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene
Iâm smashin Bye, gone â boy you better catch up nigga
Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wanâ fess up, get your block up
Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga
They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent
I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone
Signin autographs whoâs stylin?
[Chorus]
[Chill Will:]
Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say
Iâm swag surfin
Your girl with ya she ainât lookin but her ass flirtin
See Iâm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains
And I just made yoâ nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin
And I donât mean Iâm jackin off when I say
Iâm chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on moâ we call that chokin chickens
I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds
Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole
My dawgs love me on Iâm on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin
My dawgs love me on Iâm on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin
[Chorus]
- Álbum:
- Free Gucci: The Release
- Guwop Home (Single)
- Everybody Looking
- Last Time (Single)
- Woptober
- The Return of East Atlanta Santa
- I Am Trap
- 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated
- Brick Factory 3
- Views From Zone 6
- Mr. Clean, The Middle Man
- Breakfast
- Dinner
- Lunch
- Trap House 5: The Final Chapter
- Dessert EP
- King Gucci
- El Chapos Home
- Street Nigga Progress
- Mane Attraction