Plyr1 - Reckless (feat. Paris Le Rouge)

Bitch I'm inside
I ain't bout to leave the house
Unless it's money on the table
Then I'm jumpin' off the couch
Got a glock 19
And it came with a beam
And it came with a dick
30 Clip magazine, woah
I'm with PLYR1
And ya boy too player
Got it out the mud
Got it all off a prayer
Now we cookin' up
Gettin' cake by the layers
If they ain't talkin' money
Ima need a translator look
Aye, Aye
Back to business
Serve a fiend, clean the money
Call it washing dishes
All my squad cold blooded
Veins frost bitten
That's the soldiers in the trenches
Standing at attention
Yeah, Spittin hot shit
I'm a let the beat burn
Smoke it when it's my turn
Put the ashes in a urn
What goes around comes around
Like it hit a u-turn
I swear these niggas never learn
But that's none of my concern
New nikes on my toes
And this morning they was dead stock
Smokin on a ziplock
Syrup make me sleep walk
I won't pass the blunt
This a mother fuckin' perso
Murakami preme
Box logo on my torso
Talking reckless
I heard he talking reckless
Send the goons to his house
Just to send a message
Yeah talking reckless
Heard he talking reckless
Put him on the hit list
And knock him off the checklist
How do I start this flow?
Brand new Jordan 4s
I lift my head High
When she licky low
Baby girl baby girl
need to slow ya roll
I don’t take it slow
(Lets get it)
Niggas mistaking my patience
For weakness lately and I take it
For real As shady and maybe
As disrespectful that’s crazy
Just know kour niggas don’t faze me
I give a damn bout the ladies
My niggas pinky or brainy
And either of them can tame me
I mean like, ugh...
Where do I go from there
These niggas cheating
Still preaching about who playing fair
And I ain’t reaching I’m just leeching
When your lady share
And since the dawn of time
A boyfriend never stopped a player
You see I, won’t, play the violent type
Cause your mental health can really keep you up at night
So if I take ya bitch, instead of fight, you’re more defeated right
You’ll be catching sleepless nights while she catching pipe
Well yeah, this is me
Put a one after the P
Straight A student never needed a degree
I’m bout to roll up with the team
I expect you niggas flee
You either stupid or you dumb
'Cause I heard all you niggas just be
Talking reckless
I heard he talking reckless
Send the goons to his house
Just to send a message
Yeah talking reckless
Heard he talking reckless
Put him on the hit list
And knock him off the checklist
(What?)
Talking reckless
I heard he talking reckless
Send the goons to his house
Just to send a message
Yeah talking reckless
Heard he talking reckless
Put him on the hit list
And knock him off the checklist

Written by:
DAVID WILSON, LINTON JOSHUA ROBINSON, MARQUIS DEVONE WHITTAKER, MCCULLOCH REID SUTPHIN, QUANTAVIOUS TAVARIO THOMAS, STEPHEN MICHAEL FEIGENBAUM

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