Print

[feat. Cap & 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 Letras de cancionesTwo bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signs So what's up? The pricety, I'm icey and Icey 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] From Letras Mania