P-Hazel - Reckless

Leaving my name on a niggas heart like its a tattoo
This nigga was stuck in a hole
Alice in wonderland magical under land
Call me a gimmick I stole his attention
It was my prediction weather man
Quit hitting my phone its getting annoying
Your girl keep on calling
Mysterious watching
I'm just a drug
Baby lil thug and in the fruit jungle juice
Baby I'm lit I'm like Pink Floyd turning this up rock band
I be so high feeling like Squidward
I don't have the time music and movement money the grind
Time is worth money four dollar signs Nike shoes
Call me Kyle NASCAR medal to the pedal
They envy me but they still running never on my level
I'm not A Boogie but I love my hoodies like I love these niggas
I'm just playing I just love the money yeah
He said he could bag me I sat there and laughed
I do not get bagged I secure the cash
Like a baker in the kitchen I make the cake
And when I get done I eat my plate
I'm taking the gang with me we all gon be good
We all gon be straight and 412 I'ma make sure its great listen yeah

Pretty lil bitty the West Side I'm banging
These girls never liked me ya man he admires
He swear I'm his wifey I don't like to brag but I could be cocky
Hear me in speakers riding the wave
Call it Tsunami
Call it Tsunami
Just call it Tsunami

They thought I was playing I told them I rap
I'm just like a Llama I spit and that's facts
I switch up the tone caress the beat they loving the style
They say its some heat
I'm not da baby but baby I flow
I'm like a lion I stalk when I hunt
Just like a fairy I get what I want no teeth in the bottle the words are my charm
Don't mess with no chicken
Can't live on no farm
Yes I'm the illest but no I'm not Nicki
My name is P-Hazel don't get it confused
I never thought nothing they know what to do
Be his peace I'm not a wishing well
He catching feelings I came in disguise
He think that I'm Dora he wanna explorer
Blow up my line he wanna be mine
Just like a oven straight hot out the pot
Counting this paper the grind never stop
I don't have to flex just look at my drip
Just like some butter in summer I drip
Brown sugar yeah
Cinnamon spice and everything packed nice

Pretty lil bitty the West Side I'm banging
These girls never liked me ya man he admires
He swear I'm his wifey I don't like to brag but I could be cocky
Hear me in speakers riding the wave
Call it Tsunami
Call it Tsunami
Just call it Tsunami

Pretty lil bitty the West Side I'm banging
These girls never liked me ya man he admires
He swear I'm his wifey I don't like to brag but I could be cocky
Hear me in speakers riding the wave
Call it Tsunami
Call it Tsunami
Just call it Tsunami
West Side

Written by:
Farajah Baker

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