Groovy as a mothaf*cka in here you hear me
Too groovy but we can still get reckless
OK
OK
Come On
Now lets get reckless
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Mhm)
Ok (Yup)
Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah
Pshhh
Now lets get reckless (Come on)
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Nah Foreal)
You ain't sent no cash app why you still texting
I took a trip to H-Town now i love Texas (I love it)
Back against the wall who can i call on? (Mhm)
Me and P in the trap we get em all gone (My Uzzin)
We can bump right now how you wanna play it (Lets play)
And every pistol on fully just don't play it crazy (Come on)
How say with the shit but you ain't gotta pole
Everywhere i go baby i got rocket close (Foreal)
If its me versus him you know i shot him first ( I had to)
All i know is the grind you hustle on the first (Come on)
Go and get you some pape I know that feeling hurt (Don't it)
Call my baby Solo he put you in a hearse
And if you scared get out the way take yo ass to church (Come on)
I could of sworn that boy was dead he better thank that nurse (Come on)
Thank that lady
Yeah Now lets get reckless (Now lets get reckless)
I'm the type to eat a perc before i eat breakfast
You see the way i break a bitch yeah the shit hectic (Let me get that)
I'm the P that check the trap then get necklace (Pssh Come here)
Every lost i ever took i took it on the beard (On the beard)
Can't take no business to the net man you niggas weird (What's wrong with niggas)
I'm still the man behind the scenes ain't shit changed
Sike I lied bro improved my wrist game
Who score more then me and Gee nigga check the sco (Check it)
I'm still pharmacy P if you didn't know (If you didn't know)
Got rec weed for the cheap yeah i mean the low (Come shop)
Guzzled a 3 of the Quagen now I need some mo
And if you ever seen a heat that mean I'm finna blow
How can you compete with me you niggas childish (Childish)
I'm back streets in the Caddy let me check the mileage
She can't afford convo from me it cost thousands (Bitch)
It cost a lil something to speak to a nigga like me ain't shit free even my hellos cost ya dig
Ya understand Bitch I'm the P I am the man
Stevie Da Gee - WRECKLESS Lyrics
Stevie Da Gee - WRECKLESS Lyrics
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Groovy as a mothaf*cka in here you hear me
Too groovy but we can still get reckless
OK
OK
Come On
Now lets get reckless
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Mhm)
Ok (Yup)
Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah
Pshhh
Now lets get reckless (Come on)
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Nah Foreal)
You ain't sent no cash app why you still texting
I took a trip to H-Town now i love Texas (I love it)
Back against the wall who can i call on? (Mhm)
Me and P in the trap we get em all gone (My Uzzin)
We can bump right now how you wanna play it (Lets play)
And every pistol on fully just don't play it crazy (Come on)
How say with the shit but you ain't gotta pole
Everywhere i go baby i got rocket close (Foreal)
If its me versus him you know i shot him first ( I had to)
All i know is the grind you hustle on the first (Come on)
Go and get you some pape I know that feeling hurt (Don't it)
Call my baby Solo he put you in a hearse
And if you scared get out the way take yo ass to church (Come on)
I could of sworn that boy was dead he better thank that nurse (Come on)
Thank that lady
Yeah Now lets get reckless (Now lets get reckless)
I'm the type to eat a perc before i eat breakfast
You see the way i break a bitch yeah the shit hectic (Let me get that)
I'm the P that check the trap then get necklace (Pssh Come here)
Every lost i ever took i took it on the beard (On the beard)
Can't take no business to the net man you niggas weird (What's wrong with niggas)
I'm still the man behind the scenes ain't shit changed
Sike I lied bro improved my wrist game
Who score more then me and Gee nigga check the sco (Check it)
I'm still pharmacy P if you didn't know (If you didn't know)
Got rec weed for the cheap yeah i mean the low (Come shop)
Guzzled a 3 of the Quagen now I need some mo
And if you ever seen a heat that mean I'm finna blow
How can you compete with me you niggas childish (Childish)
I'm back streets in the Caddy let me check the mileage
She can't afford convo from me it cost thousands (Bitch)
It cost a lil something to speak to a nigga like me ain't shit free even my hellos cost ya dig
Ya understand Bitch I'm the P I am the man
Too groovy but we can still get reckless
OK
OK
Come On
Now lets get reckless
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Mhm)
Ok (Yup)
Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah
Pshhh
Now lets get reckless (Come on)
I'm the type the drop a 4 before i eat breakfast (Nah Foreal)
You ain't sent no cash app why you still texting
I took a trip to H-Town now i love Texas (I love it)
Back against the wall who can i call on? (Mhm)
Me and P in the trap we get em all gone (My Uzzin)
We can bump right now how you wanna play it (Lets play)
And every pistol on fully just don't play it crazy (Come on)
How say with the shit but you ain't gotta pole
Everywhere i go baby i got rocket close (Foreal)
If its me versus him you know i shot him first ( I had to)
All i know is the grind you hustle on the first (Come on)
Go and get you some pape I know that feeling hurt (Don't it)
Call my baby Solo he put you in a hearse
And if you scared get out the way take yo ass to church (Come on)
I could of sworn that boy was dead he better thank that nurse (Come on)
Thank that lady
Yeah Now lets get reckless (Now lets get reckless)
I'm the type to eat a perc before i eat breakfast
You see the way i break a bitch yeah the shit hectic (Let me get that)
I'm the P that check the trap then get necklace (Pssh Come here)
Every lost i ever took i took it on the beard (On the beard)
Can't take no business to the net man you niggas weird (What's wrong with niggas)
I'm still the man behind the scenes ain't shit changed
Sike I lied bro improved my wrist game
Who score more then me and Gee nigga check the sco (Check it)
I'm still pharmacy P if you didn't know (If you didn't know)
Got rec weed for the cheap yeah i mean the low (Come shop)
Guzzled a 3 of the Quagen now I need some mo
And if you ever seen a heat that mean I'm finna blow
How can you compete with me you niggas childish (Childish)
I'm back streets in the Caddy let me check the mileage
She can't afford convo from me it cost thousands (Bitch)
It cost a lil something to speak to a nigga like me ain't shit free even my hellos cost ya dig
Ya understand Bitch I'm the P I am the man
Writer: Stevie Gee
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