Foolio - Wreckless lyrics
[Foolio - Wreckless lyrics]
Six (What's the word, C4?)
I drop that bag before was dead before 7
You was my brother 'til the end
'til I found out you was tellin'
I had red blood on my shoes
Before I found out 'bout Giuseppes
And when that prancer get a plot
We gon' see who really steppin' (No cap)
Heard there's money on my head so
I'm turned on my top
Back to back in stolen cars
We got AR's and Glocks (Strap)
And we gon' crop you out the picture
If you rock with the opps
I set my vows to my guns
Bitch I'm married to my Glocks
I got my stick in the booth
I'm sendin' shots out the roof (Grrah)
In the convertible slidе
Bitch I done drop topped the coupе
Bitch I got shooters in Cali
Bitch I got goons in the loop
And I don't gotta say a thing
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Rest in peace to Bibby
Swear it won't be long (Gang)
'Til we catch another homicide
All them niggas bitches
They don't come outside (Come outside)
Cojack got my back like my fuckin' spine
Pull up on the 6, this shit suicide (Boom)
Pop-out, get to bustin' at the opposition
(Boom) they too internet
I know them niggas really bitches
We the first niggas in Jacksonville
That git the switches (No cap)
Uh, kill or be killed
That's a life decision
And these niggas wanna beef but
They got no funds (Got no fund)
Ayy, when I sign my deal
I bought a hundred guns (A hundred guns)
Ayy beat his feet
Made your favorite shooter run
Unlike top golf, I'm tryna put a hole-in-one
(One) pull up to your city with the glizzy
I don't check it
ESPN 6, all of my niggas wreckless
Don't kill 'em and do time
We ain't even gon' sweat it
Uh, 6 block, nigga we wreckless
(What's the word, C4?)
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Rest in peace to Bibby
Swear it won't be long (Gang)
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Huh, no checkin', no we don't checkin'
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Huh, no checkin', no we don't checkin'
Wreckless, yeah we wreckless
On ESPN 6 we don't check-in
Wreckless, we wreckless
All my niggas wreckless
All my niggas wreckless
On ESPN 6 we don't check-in, gang
(What's the word, C4?)
I drop that bag before was dead before 7
You was my brother 'til the end
'til I found out you was tellin'
I had red blood on my shoes
Before I found out 'bout Giuseppes
And when that prancer get a plot
We gon' see who really steppin' (No cap)
Heard there's money on my head so
I'm turned on my top
Back to back in stolen cars
We got AR's and Glocks (Strap)
And we gon' crop you out the picture
If you rock with the opps
I set my vows to my guns
Bitch I'm married to my Glocks
I got my stick in the booth
I'm sendin' shots out the roof (Grrah)
In the convertible slidе
Bitch I done drop topped the coupе
Bitch I got shooters in Cali
Bitch I got goons in the loop
And I don't gotta say a thing
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Rest in peace to Bibby
Swear it won't be long (Gang)
'Til we catch another homicide
All them niggas bitches
They don't come outside (Come outside)
Cojack got my back like my fuckin' spine
Pull up on the 6, this shit suicide (Boom)
Pop-out, get to bustin' at the opposition
(Boom) they too internet
I know them niggas really bitches
We the first niggas in Jacksonville
That git the switches (No cap)
Uh, kill or be killed
That's a life decision
And these niggas wanna beef but
They got no funds (Got no fund)
Ayy, when I sign my deal
I bought a hundred guns (A hundred guns)
Ayy beat his feet
Made your favorite shooter run
Unlike top golf, I'm tryna put a hole-in-one
(One) pull up to your city with the glizzy
I don't check it
ESPN 6, all of my niggas wreckless
Don't kill 'em and do time
We ain't even gon' sweat it
Uh, 6 block, nigga we wreckless
(What's the word, C4?)
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Rest in peace to Bibby
Swear it won't be long (Gang)
And I'm in a middle of a warzone
Do not disturb, don't call my phone
Twenty-five racks, that'll get his ass gone
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Huh, no checkin', no we don't checkin'
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Wreckless, all my niggas wreckless
Huh, no checkin', no we don't checkin'
Wreckless, yeah we wreckless
On ESPN 6 we don't check-in
Wreckless, we wreckless
All my niggas wreckless
All my niggas wreckless
On ESPN 6 we don't check-in, gang
(What's the word, C4?)