Gucci Mane - Reckless Lyrics
[Intro]"Drumma Boy" [echoes]Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [2X](It's Gucci! Unghh)[Gucci Mane]Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin thatI had sex so much that I ain't goin backI blow stack after stack after stack after stackAt the rack everyday and they knowin thatWell I'm blowin that and I'm doin thisAnd my red flag got the haters pissedDon't reckless, this not a dissThis not a threat, this real shitAnd don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin meAin't no toppin me, and ain't no robbin meCut the robbers outs, I brought the goons outWe reckless, we O.G.On Acuras and they textin usBut who gives a ***** and who gives a damn?I'm blood in and blood out on Flat Shoals with big sandAnd Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka WakaTwo times, cause we two crimesTwo bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signsSo what's up? The pricety, I'm icey and IceyI'm the king of diamonds and the princess shininAnd all mine behind me[Chorus: repeat 8X]Let's get reckless, let's get reckless[Cap]Oh yeah! Cap, I'm in beast modeHell yeah I'm on recklessIf you don't like it ***** nigga come check thisRespect this or meet your death wishThere's 17 bird on my necklaceI ***** with dem and they ***** with meDon't ***** with us, get the ***** from 'roundCause I like to pop and we sucker freeReckless, reckless, e'rybody goin HAMDon't test this, cause if you doThat Smith & Wesson go blam, damnLook what the ***** done happenedJust cause you heard that a nigga start rappinThat I'm worryin about the {?} pulled outNo toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene I'm smashinBye, gone - boy you better catch up niggaGet hit from your neck up niggaNobody wan' fess up, get your block upLeave the whole scene full of ketchup niggaThey are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violentI got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zoneSignin autographs who's stylin?[Chorus][Chill Will]Huh? Huh? Huh?Vacation in Miami, they say I'm swag surfinYour girl with ya she ain't lookin but her ass flirtinSee I'm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtainsAnd I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtinAnd I don't mean I'm jackin off when I say I'm chokin chickensI mean, when we rap on mo' we call that chokin chickensI got a talkin code, for all he knows it foldsToo buck to be on probation, too rich to be on paroleMy dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin recklessStuntin, ballin, million dollar flexinMy dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin recklessStuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin[Chorus]
