Reckless Lyrics - Chill Will

[Intro:] 

"Drumma Boy" [echoes] 

Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] 

(It's Gucci! Unghh) 

[Gucci Mane:] 

Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that 

I had sex so much that I ain't goin back 

I blow stack after stack after stack after stack 

At the rack everyday and they knowin that 

Well I'm blowin that and I'm doin this 

And my red flag got the haters pissed 

Don't reckless, this not a diss 

This not a threat, this real shit 

And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me 

Ain't no toppin me, and ain't 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? 

I'm 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 fo' nines and gang signs 

So what's up? The pricety, I'm icey as iced tea 

I'm the king of diamonds and the princess shinin 

And all mine behind me 

[Chorus: x8] 

Let's get reckless, let's get reckless 

[Cap:] 

Oh yeah! Cap, I'm in beast mode 

Hell yeah I'm on reckless 

If you don't like it pussy nigga come check this 

Respect this or meet your death wish 

There's 17 bird on my necklace 

I fuck with dem and they fuck with me 

Don't fuck with us, get the fuck from 'round 

Cause I like to pop and we sucker free 

Reckless, reckless, e'rybody goin HAM 

Don't 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 I'm worryin about the [?] pulled out 

No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene I'm smashin 

Bye, gone - boy you better catch up nigga 

Get hit from your neck up nigga 

Nobody wan' 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 who's stylin? 

[Chorus] 

[Chill Will:] 

Huh? Huh? Huh? 

Vacation in Miami, they say I'm swag surfin 

Your girl with ya she ain't lookin but her ass flirtin 

See I'm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains 

And I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin 

And I don't mean I'm jackin off when I say I'm chokin chickens 

I mean, when we rap on mo' 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 I'm on the mic talkin reckless 

Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin 

My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless 

Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin 

[Chorus]