Reckless lyrics

by

Young Nudy


[Verse 1: Johan Lenox]
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Drivin' with a buzz, I'm gonna wreck this
I can't bring nobody to my mom's crib
She don't want me bringin' through the misfits
Twenty years, we've been on the same sh*t
Skippin' over cracks in the pavement
All my favorite sh*t went out of business
So we're bowl-rolling, lookin' for a quick fix

[Chorus: Johan Lenox]
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless

[Break: Johan Lenox]
We all gonna die
We all gonna die, yo
Him and you and I know
So why don't we get high though?

[Verse 2: KEY!]
I started early, please catch up (Yeah, please catch up, woo)
Hasta la vista, man, I'm higher than a Jetson
Pull up, get the cash and then I exit (Hey)
You ain't talkin' money, you can miss me like my exes (Woo)
Middle of the day, sending drunk text messages
You know I had stopped givin' a f*ck like I was celibate
Please no teeth, didn't your momma teach you etiquette?
Please drink some water, heart is knockin' and it's delicate
Ayy, twenty-four hours and it's still not enough (Still)
I play too much, I get that paper, then ball it up (Ayy, okay)
Why your ex stuck like you can't move on? (Ex stuck)
sh*t that I'm on, got a n*gga, then he gone (Okay)
[Chorus: Johan Lenox & Young Nudy]
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless (Reckless)

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]
Pop— pop— poppin' pills early in the mornin' (Slime)
And I'm on it
Ooh, baby girl, she on me (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, she want it (Uh)
Oh, I stick it in her mouth, no warnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga)
Okay, gettin' the money, money is my habit (Yeah)
I got the money-money, got the shooters (Wow)
I got the Glock and I don't do the Ruger (Nah)
Spendin' my money, I send out my shooter (Yeah)
Baptize that n*gga, tell 'em, "Hallelujah" (Yeah)
And I just blessed my shooter (And I just blessed my shooter)
Okay, step on these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, I turn these n*ggas to some b*tches (Stepping, stepping, stepping, stepping)
Yeah, gang, gang, gang sh*t, I'm with it (Gang, gang)
4L gang, that business (4L)
Yeah, money always over b*tches (What?)
Money gon' make a b*tch c*m (What?)
And I'm a witness to that (What? Witness)
Money gon' make a b*tch dumb (Money gon' make a b*tch dumb)
Money gon' make a b*tch dumb
[Bridge: Johan Lenox & Young Nudy]
Tried to swipe my card, but it declined (Reckless)
I'll steal a couple snacks in the meantime (Reckless)
If the clerk see me do it, I'ma beeline
Take a red to the orange to the green line

[Chorus: Johan Lenox & Young Nudy]
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless— reckless
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