My reporters told me they seent the post you posted ´bout Rico Recklezz, what´s yo feelin´s bout him? Man, fuck Rico Recklezz The nigga a clown bro
He all up on interviews, talkin´ ´bout some he smokin´ big Tooka and I was a bitch in the county, bro You know niggas say that shit Where Rico Recklezz right now right now He gon´ have to deal with the consequences when we come over Know what I´m talkin´ ´bout I feel like y´all sometimes be forcin´ my hand with this shit Everytime I make a song they be like he talkin´ ´bout you Like no the fuck he ain´t All this Brick and Tooka smokin´ Ain´t nobody pull up on me Ain´t nobody slappin´ me
It´s a real nigga party, no the fuck it ain´t
Foenem off the drank, smokin´ dead nigga stank You ain´t got no rank, shoot the thirty ´til it clank Free my brothers out the clank And your shooter fuckin´ jank, damn Smokin´ Tooka all way to the bank I can´t make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn And your bitch know how my dick taste Niggas say they gangsta, I´m crackin´ treys and droppin´ rakes ´Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then? Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then? Shoot up every fuckin´ car you ridin´ in Every time they say my name, somebody die again
You don´t wanna hear that brrat
Where was ya at when Brick got wrecked? He ain´t even have a strap Couldn´t even clap back Goofy nigga lackin´, now he just another pack, ugh Just served an old lady I went to church with She used to call my phone when the first hit How you a killer, you froze up on your first hit How you a real nigga and you hangin´ with a snitch? Bitch niggas just rappin´, acting tough All your homies dead, nigga, turn the fuck up Guns on Instagram, but in real life ain´t shoot nothin´ Still up in Chiraq, smokin´ Tooka, countin´ money, bitch
It´s a real nigga party, no the fuck it ain´t
Foenem off the drank, smokin´ dead nigga stank You ain´t got no rank, shoot the thirty ´til it clank Free my brothers out the clank And your shooter fuckin´ jank, damn Smokin´ Tooka all way to the bank I can´t make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn And your bitch know how my dick taste Niggas say they gangsta, I´m crackin´ treys and droppin´ rakes ´Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then? Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then? Shoot up every fuckin´ car you ridin´ in Every time they say my name, somebody die again
They be like "Recklezz, why you smack folks in the store?"
Shit nigga, I don´t know but he lucky I ain´t blow Shoutout Ill Will, knocked out Mikey at the show And I´m rollin´ off the mid, gettin´ throat from his ho Niggas say the fame made me change up on my gang Stop with all the lies, them niggas weren´t my guys First ones to testify up on the homicide Bitch I´m really gang, so it´s fuck every side Bitch I´m droppin´ rakes, and I´m crackin´ treys Trappin´ everyday, bitch I´m makin´ plays Rusty 38´s, Russian AK´s Smokin´ Russian Cream and dead opps to the face, bitch
It´s a real nigga party, no the fuck it ain´t Foenem off the drank, smokin´ dead nigga stank
You ain´t got no rank, shoot the thirty ´til it clank Free my brothers out the clank And your shooter fuckin´ jank, damn Smokin´ Tooka all way to the bank I can´t make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn And your bitch know how my dick taste Niggas say they gangsta, I´m crackin´ treys and droppin´ rakes ´Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then? Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then? Shoot up every fuckin´ car you ridin´ in Every time they say my name, somebody die again