Gucci Mane - Careless And Reckless lyrics

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feat. Future, 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]