Reccless

[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