GOONIE - Reckless lyrics
[GOONIE - Reckless lyrics]
Yeah, off the blue
Niggas know I get reckless
Big FN, boy I don't do no wrestling
Woke up big, don't ask me who I'm texting
Left her ass in a lake if she wanna upset me
Off the perc with my shirt off
But boy I'm not flexing
Sucked my dick so good
I thought I was in heaven
Rino just got them percs, left the 7/11
When I'm burning in that hoe
Trackhawk get to revving
Wanna fuck with them soldiers? This
Shit can get hectic
This nigga that talk about you be a reverend
Ha, how the fuck I mix perc with the red?
Two fan hoes on my bed
And the Kel Tec knock off your head
In the O, nigga off of the meds (Ha, ha, aye)
New Dior, this here a ticket
I'm off the blue, hoe, I'm lifted
You not the gang, you can't kick it, yeah
I'm with lil' , my loc'
We got 'em cans, make 'em float
Drop a band on a Saint Laurent coat
Moving slow, I'm off the Tech
Bitch, I'm higher than a jet
Pull out my racks, get that lil' bitch wet
Pop a perc and I damn near wreck
We in the Bentley Mulsanne
I just lost myself in the drank
I'ma fuck her in some new season Lang
In the Lexus and we keep switching lanes
She get wet when she see the Plain Jane
Off a perc, damn near lost my brain
She said she like how I came
In the club, finna make that bitch rain
We gon' get a nigga smoked like a train
Took a picture with a bitch, you need a fade
Spend that guap on that cheese
Guap all on me, fuck that hoe on repeat
I got guap, it's so mean
Sipping on promethazine
My money so tall, like Yao Ming
Number (N) ine on my jeans
Smoking that gas, smoking on green
Diamonds on wet, lean, yeah
Niggas know I get reckless
Big FN, boy I don't do no wrestling
Woke up big, don't ask me who I'm texting
Left her ass in a lake if she wanna upset me
Off the perc with my shirt off
But boy I'm not flexing
Sucked my dick so good
I thought I was in heaven
Rino just got them percs, left the 7/11
When I'm burning in that hoe
Trackhawk get to revving
Wanna fuck with them soldiers? This
Shit can get hectic
This nigga that talk about you be a reverend
Ha, how the fuck I mix perc with the red?
Two fan hoes on my bed
And the Kel Tec knock off your head
In the O, nigga off of the meds (Ha, ha, aye)
New Dior, this here a ticket
I'm off the blue, hoe, I'm lifted
You not the gang, you can't kick it, yeah
I'm with lil' , my loc'
We got 'em cans, make 'em float
Drop a band on a Saint Laurent coat
Moving slow, I'm off the Tech
Bitch, I'm higher than a jet
Pull out my racks, get that lil' bitch wet
Pop a perc and I damn near wreck
We in the Bentley Mulsanne
I just lost myself in the drank
I'ma fuck her in some new season Lang
In the Lexus and we keep switching lanes
She get wet when she see the Plain Jane
Off a perc, damn near lost my brain
She said she like how I came
In the club, finna make that bitch rain
We gon' get a nigga smoked like a train
Took a picture with a bitch, you need a fade
Spend that guap on that cheese
Guap all on me, fuck that hoe on repeat
I got guap, it's so mean
Sipping on promethazine
My money so tall, like Yao Ming
Number (N) ine on my jeans
Smoking that gas, smoking on green
Diamonds on wet, lean, yeah