YOUNG&RECKLESS ft. ROMIEKNOWS Lyrics

Do I make you horny, baby?

I just got a Dub and i'm holding on a 50 shawty try get with me she holding on that Whitney

Bitch lost her mind imma have to go and loose her

Not doing it for viewers and all of these consumers

Old friends turn into shooters they holding on them rulers

Do it with no producer Lame function full of losers

Im drunk as fuck i'm Riding on a motherfuckin' scooter

Woke up outta bed, with a hickey like a tumor

Stop following my user, you hang inside of sewers

We hearing all the rumors, mask your scent in perfumer

And damn, this beat goin' so ham

Whippin' the stew in the pan

Levitatin' off the land

Matchin' different types of strands

Shit you wouldn't understand

1800 with the cram

Shawty told me she a fan

Saw the lights, so I ran

Gettin' money for the fam

Struggled, turned me to a man

Noodles all we had

I'm cookin' in the lab

Bitch, I'm gettin' money off the motherfuckin' tabs

The hustle in my blood, I think I get it from my dad

And yeah, I'm young and reckless I'ma get it how I act

Mama said he hit you, then you better hit him back

Thought this shit was sweet until I really started smokin' fat

Take a little breather, take a little moment to relax

On my Duwap Kaine shit, you finna see me on the map

Lil shawty a ten, but she got no stats

I'm high, I might collapse

Need to chill on smokin' fat

Mary holdin' on my lungs

I'm gettin' so attached

Don't you hit my phone like

Why the fuck you always runnin' back

I'm finna worry by myself

And even build a couple stacks

Finna keep on makin' hits

Spit on every fuckin' track

Crazy niggas be doin' that crack

Shit tough, but that shit is a fact

But it's okay, cause we livin' the trap

Ayy, ayy, ayy