Reckless ft. Brand Knew Lyrics

Yea yea

Mhm

Uh uh uh uh

Uh uh

Stacking this mula

I stay with my shoota

On and on and on and on yea

Stacking these hunnids on hunnids on hunnids

I don't want your bitch dawg I jus wanna bun it

Yea nigga I came up from nothing

When I pull up know I'm leaving with something

Got this shit hot straight out of the oven

Like Jack I had the trap jumping

I ain't never been with the fronting or bluffing

Swerving in a drop top so they hate how I'm coming

I gotta cool it I been living reckless

All of this gas in my lungs got me breathless

I took a loss hadda count up my blessings

I had it rough ain't no where I was headed

You play with my bread get beheaded

I got me some racks hadda stretch it

Posted out on the block before breakfast

Smoking on cake but I don't want a wedding

Shawty wan fuck with a nigga like me cuz I really count up the blue cheese

Balencis my feet when I hop on the scene young nigga so fresh too clean

Sipping codeine mixed up with beans

Felt like I was in a dream

I'm going far really way out of reach on some shit that they ain't ever see

The life I live it's far from regular

I ran up some racks off the cellular

I flip this work with no spatula

I got baddies in all different areas

Been up all night feel like Dracula

Guala on guala it's piling up

Know she outchea tryna find some love

I told you baby I'm jus tryna fuck

Swear I cannot fall for no hoe

These bitches a cry & then lie to your face I already know how this shit go

Or watch how quick they fold you go broke

Ain't gone lie I done seen it before

I just stay on my ten toes everyday nigga gotta get do the dough oh

The life I'm living it get reckless

These niggas be flexing they strap but don't put in no work with the weapon

Smoking big dope out the pound remember throwing fives for a session

And if you let me in your life baby I could be ya blessing

Stacking these hunnids on hunnids on hunnids

I don't want your bitch dawg I jus wanna bun it

Yea nigga I came up from nothing

When I pull up know I'm leaving with something

Got this shit hot straight out of the oven

Like Jack I had the trap jumping

I ain't never been with the fronting or bluffing

Swerving in a drop top so they hate how I'm coming

I gotta cool it I been living reckless

All of this gas in my lungs got me breathless

I took a loss hadda count up my blessings

I had it rough ain't no where I was headed

You play with my bread get beheaded

I got me some racks hadda stretch it

Posted out on the block before breakfast

Smoking on cake but I don't want a wedding

Please don't kill my vibe, Cartier might cause these sprains baby

Too much drip, she catch my drift, I might make it rain baby

Imma make it thunderstorm, imma bout cash out

I don't know what you been told, I'm a fucking cash cow

My heart froze it got chrome

Got 2 bitches at home

Got anxiety, I can't sleep, when the money callin my phone

She telling me, I'm crazy, bitch what the fuck is you on

Still keep her invested, I'm still number one

Can't even lie, she the reason I'm faded

Too many times, I've told her I'll make it

Too many people, they really was doubtin me

Too many times, ain't takin apologies

You lyin don't tell me you proud of me

Was tryin, you ain't stay around for me

You right, I didn't matter

Fly now, it really don't matter

I'm really that nigga

I'm tryna get over six figures

Pussy water I slide in a river

She bad, her body configured

She bad, she get a taste

Too blind, these Cartier frames

No bleach, she stuck like a stain

I brush em, they catching my wave

Stacking these hunnids on hunnids on hunnids

I don't want your bitch dawg I jus wanna bun it

Yea nigga I came up from nothing

When I pull up know I'm leaving with something

Got this shit hot straight out of the oven

Like Jack I had the trap jumping

I ain't never been with the fronting or bluffing

Swerving in a drop top so they hate how I'm coming

I gotta cool it I been living reckless

All of this gas in my lungs got me breathless

I took a loss hadda count up my blessings

I had it rough ain't no where I was headed

You play with my bread get beheaded

I got me some racks hadda stretch it

Posted out on the block before breakfast

Smoking on cake but I don't want a wedding

I'm really that nigga

I'm tryna get over six figures

Pussy water I slide in a river

She bad, her body configured

I'm really that nigga

If we race imma win my whip quicker

My bad she don't need no filter

She be popping her shit all on insta

I got racks up in my pockets bitch gon fucking dance

I got into all these clubs cuz I'm the fuckin man

She ain't fuckin with no average hope they understand

Ain't ever hittin less in year than Boutta hunnit grand

Had to get it I was juggin finessed for them bands

Say that she want all of my loving I can't be yo man's

I be high as fuck with my eyes low look like I'm from Japan

All this ice inside my ears it's an avalanche

Okay okay,

okay okay yea

Okay okay yea

Okay okay yea

New bitch, it hittin different

I haven't been broke in a minute

Too quick, I'm dippin like midget

I'm back I'm spinnin like fidget