[Chorus - TeeCee4800]
Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash
n*gga, I’m living reckless
f*ck a b*tch, try to hit a lick
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the n*gga dead and gone
n*gga, I’m living reckless
[Verse 1 - Reem Riches]
I’m livin’ reckless
I don’t need no b*tch because I’m selfish
Yeah you got a burner
But you only got it for protection
Yeah I’ve got some big sh*t
But 45. my [?]
Hit your block up
Teach your b*tch ass a lesson
Ah, fightin’ n*ggas like Tekken
Chills a n*gga weapon
Big time two steppin’
I said, b*tch I’m two steppin’
Ay, b*tch I think I’m Superman
No n*gga got me stressin’
f*ck a bulletproof vest b*tch
I told you I’m livin’ life reckless
All my n*ggas, extras
[?] I’m a die from the reference
Robbin’ these n*ggas for their chains
sh*t probably fake, while I’m takin’ these chances
n*ggas they know my name
Tatted up loc [?] gang I’m rappin’
Antique in the moment
Yeah hoe, who got the leverage
f*ck a seatbelt yeah a n*gga drivin’ batch
It’s on the dash
[Chorus - TeeCee4800]
Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash
n*gga, I’m living reckless
f*ck a b*tch, try to hit a lick
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the n*gga dead and gone
n*gga, I’m living reckless
[Verse 2 - TeeCee4800]
I’m livin’ reckless
b*tch I got a deathwish
You know I keep a chopper boy
b*tch I’m on some deck sh*t, light him up
Double back, then get the rest hit
Now that’s how you send a message
You talk sh*t
Your dead homies who you rest with, tech b*tch
AR rip through doors in that vest sh*t
It’s young [?], I’m at my best b*tch
These n*ggas songs ain’t f*ckin’ with my worst sh*t
I murk sh*t
Chalk him out they haul him out like he movin’
I be swaggin’ b*tches on me got their pus*y oozin’
TC know me on these verses I just f*ckin’ murder
Why you think that hottest tracks, he let me throw me on ‘em
This realness too heavy comin’ that’s a f*ckin’ warning
You think it’s [?] draw the f*ckin’ pistol on ‘em
This realness too heavy comin’ that’s a f*ckin’ warning
You think it’s [?] draw the f*ckin’ pistol on ‘em
[Chorus - TeeCee4800]
Two hundred on the dash, I’m a do the whole thang
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Pistol on my lap, in the whip, no stash
n*gga, I’m living reckless
f*ck a b*tch, try to hit a lick
n*gga, I’m living reckless
Yellin’ out Crip ‘till the n*gga dead and gone
n*gga, I’m living reckless