[Intro]
Okay
Welcome back my nigga
Turn the fuck up on these niggas one time
Back down bitch
Dead bodies in my background bitch
Whats up
Do any of you know whats happening
Show em how you comin'
Dead bodies in my background bitch
Tell em what it is
Okay
[Verse 1]
So what's up
Back down bitch
Dead bodies in my background bitch
Now how many guns can Lil Recklezz get
How many times Imma tell you yall ain't shit
I'm back, and a nigga super focused
Yea I left, they caught your boy super loafin'
The wolf is back and guess who a nigga smokin'
The king back and you say a nigga super chosen
Rico Recklezz
Bitch I'm a celebrity
Don't give a fuck what you niggas telling me
Don't nun of you pussy niggas put no fear in me
Don't go get shot in the ears if he ain't hearing me
Ray Charles niggas blind but imma make em see
Bitch I want my spot just like leprosy
And I won't compromise my integrity
Bitch I'm still a trap nigga fuck a felony
Niggas not gangsta lower case g
Bitch you know how I'm glocking no safety
Bad bitches, foreign thots tryna taste me
Frt's are better if you wanna race me
Know I'm blacker than Tyrese bitch know I'm waste deep
Big record like a wolf tryna chase sheep
Flow cleaner than a nigga that drink bleach
Balmain's, Givenchy shirt bitch it ain't cheap
Diamond testing, boy your shit it ain't beat
Sidewalk, boy you niggas ain't street
Pick a roc-a-fella, Dame Dash, Memphis Bleek
Check my tidal wave nigga no legacy
Make you ride the Tidal wave like Jay Z
No pistol, I'm punchin' so the case beat
I just want to get back to my family
I just want to make my fans proud of me
I don't wanna have my momma mad at me
All the hoes got my baby momma mad at me
I get more brain than when a nigga tryna think
Niggas face wrinkled up, I get to ironing
And they still won't get a pin I see the ironing
I cock this motherfucker back I get to firin'
Niggas still wrap UPS hirin'
They way I push it in a box, they should hire me
All my niggas locked up that's who inspire me
Free my killers locked up from [?]
I pray every day but sometimes I just want to sin
I smoke a fat ass L but always want to win
Niggas act like 12 I shoot the back of him
How I'm known for shooting but never own a rim
Fuck the criticism get stop with constructive hands
Shout out snoop, but it's lean no juice and gin
Killing niggas like bitch if there is juice again
Bitch I kick it like a dude off Tekken Jin
In the county checking for me prolly checking shit
Devil knocking at the door I'm finna let em in
Off running like [?] before they let em in
And I could name a lot of niggas that I'm better than
Niggas not hot so you can't unplug the fan
And I'm back down just in case you wondering (Recklezz)
And I'm back down just in case you wondering (Recklezz)
(And I'm back down just in case you wondering)
[Interlude]
Whats up bro
Whats up bro
Shit I just got of a plane, and I, dropped my bags off [?]
Hold on
[Verse 2]
Sorry baby I don't love you like I use to
Hella driving even if the car neutral
Fuck every sad bitch I'm done being neutral
Who you know where you from I should shoot you
Max pane fuck one Imma shoot two
Move around cause I'm scared of what I might do
Scotty Pippen on me and I got the Mike too
33 sides as if I couldn't bring no [?]
Cut the string now these niggas got no pull
All these stakes on my plate got me so full
Recklezz renegade we follow no rules
Free my cousin E Walley cause he been a fucking fool
Back in the day was chasing niggas out the fucking school
We was jumping gates way back in grammer school
We was dropping rakes way back in grammer school
Real hot heads niggas better keep it cool
Dead ass when we say no more interviews
So think twice before you mention me on interviews
Every gun case they put a nigga on the news
Bitch these Margiela and you can't afford these shoes
Niggas mad and they jealous I can't afford to lose
Diamonds like water and you can't board this cruise
Niggas lame still mention me on YouTube
Whatever you got to do to get more views
Just got a new house you needed more room
Car you can't even pronounce we needed more room
You was in the house bitch we got war wombs
Smoked a bunch of gas bitch you need more fuel
Derick Rose we was tired of the broke pool
We the reason why the grave yard so full
In the field like Bravehearts yea we so cruel
[Outro]
[?] on that muffucker we ain't fuckin wichu
Best not checkin' if bitches coming soon
I'm back
Bitch!