"Wreckless" lyrics
(feat. Baby Smoove)
[Baby Smoove:]
Tell my buyer "I'm a rapper, I can have my dawg meet you"
I can do a ten in a day off of features
Tryna kick the cup, but it's worse than the needle
Tryna get some sauce, lil nigga I can teach you
[Icewear Vezzo:]
Heard he got a good ticket on that dog, I can beat it
Hit it once then hit it again, that's a remix
Heat it up, shit gave her the chills, she anemic
Love that Drac' and I love that Mac I'm from B-wick
Ghetto bitch, heard she got a head on her shoulders
Baby daddy trippin', knock his head off his shoulders
Before the oranges I was in a tin with them boulders
Up and down I-75 with a motor
[Baby Smoove:]
Aye, I'm on seventy five with bout fifty five pieces
Off a head nod, I can't have you dodging demons
I'm in Vlone but my shoes came from Neiman's
I'ma cut her off if she average, even decent
I heard that boy a rat, he wrote statements at the precinct
They copy everything, I know them boys wanna be me
The way that I be lookin' know them bitches think it's easy
Him think it's all fun and games, do him greasy
In California shopping got me late for my meetings
I just want some head, why yo mama wanna meet me?
Used to look at them, now it's me all on the T.V
[Icewear Vezzo:]
Nigga call for a turkey chop, I'm at BB
(Iced Up Records)
Riding round in that Wraithy
Want some work? He don't get it now, it's a late fee
Pop a perc, how she blow me down, shit amazing
Good drank got a nigga scratching like its scabies
[Baby Smoove:]
She don't never say the Smoove, all I hear is that Baby
My nigga know where it's green as hell, I said "take me"
The narcs hit they lights, think them bitches tryna race me
High as hell, don't know where this juice tryna take me
Tell my buyer "I'm a rapper, I can have my dawg meet you"
I can do a ten in a day off of features
Tryna kick the cup, but it's worse than the needle
Tryna get some sauce, lil nigga I can teach you
[Icewear Vezzo:]
Heard he got a good ticket on that dog, I can beat it
Hit it once then hit it again, that's a remix
Heat it up, shit gave her the chills, she anemic
Love that Drac' and I love that Mac I'm from B-wick
Ghetto bitch, heard she got a head on her shoulders
Baby daddy trippin', knock his head off his shoulders
Before the oranges I was in a tin with them boulders
Up and down I-75 with a motor
[Baby Smoove:]
Aye, I'm on seventy five with bout fifty five pieces
Off a head nod, I can't have you dodging demons
I'm in Vlone but my shoes came from Neiman's
I'ma cut her off if she average, even decent
I heard that boy a rat, he wrote statements at the precinct
They copy everything, I know them boys wanna be me
The way that I be lookin' know them bitches think it's easy
Him think it's all fun and games, do him greasy
In California shopping got me late for my meetings
I just want some head, why yo mama wanna meet me?
Used to look at them, now it's me all on the T.V
[Icewear Vezzo:]
Nigga call for a turkey chop, I'm at BB
(Iced Up Records)
Riding round in that Wraithy
Want some work? He don't get it now, it's a late fee
Pop a perc, how she blow me down, shit amazing
Good drank got a nigga scratching like its scabies
[Baby Smoove:]
She don't never say the Smoove, all I hear is that Baby
My nigga know where it's green as hell, I said "take me"
The narcs hit they lights, think them bitches tryna race me
High as hell, don't know where this juice tryna take me
