[Chorus: TeeCee4800]

Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Fuck a bitch, try to hit a lick

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the nigga dead and gone

Nigga, I’m living reckless

[Verse 1: Reem Riches]

I’m livin’ reckless

I don’t need no bitch because I’m selfish

Yeah you got a burner

But you only got it for protection

Yeah I’ve got some big shit

But 45. my [?]

Hit your block up

Teach your bitch ass a lesson

Ah, fightin’ niggas like Tekken

Chills a nigga weapon

Big time two steppin’

I said, bitch I’m two steppin’

Ay, bitch I think I’m Superman

No nigga got me stressin’

Fuck a bulletproof vest bitch

I told you I’m livin’ life reckless

All my niggas, extras

[?] I’m a die from the reference

Robbin’ these niggas for their chains

Shit probably fake, while I’m takin’ these chances

Niggas they know my name

Tatted up loc [?] gang I’m rappin’

Antique in the moment

Yeah hoe, who got the leverage

Fuck a seatbelt yeah a nigga drivin’ batch

It’s on the dash

[Chorus: TeeCee4800]

Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Fuck a bitch, try to hit a lick

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the nigga dead and gone

Nigga, I’m living reckless

[Verse 2: TeeCee4800]

I’m livin’ reckless

Bitch I got a deathwish

You know I keep a chopper boy

Bitch I’m on some deck shit, light him up

Double back, then get the rest hit

Now that’s how you send a message

You talk shit

Your dead homies who you rest with, tech bitch

AR rip through doors in that vest shit

It’s young [?], I’m at my best bitch

These niggas songs ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit

I murk shit

Chalk him out they haul him out like he movin’

I be swaggin’ bitches on me got their pussy oozin’

TC know me on these verses I just fuckin’ murder

Why you think that hottest tracks, he let me throw me on ‘em

This realness too heavy comin’ that’s a fuckin’ warning

You think it’s [?] draw the fuckin’ pistol on ‘em

This realness too heavy comin’ that’s a fuckin’ warning

You think it’s [?] draw the fuckin’ pistol on ‘em

[Chorus: TeeCee4800]

Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Fuck a bitch, try to hit a lick

Nigga, I’m living reckless

Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the nigga dead and gone

Nigga, I’m living reckless