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Gucci Mane - Careless And Reckless lyrics
[Intro:] 
 "Drumma Boy" [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It's Gucci! Unghh) 
 [Gucci Mane:] 
 Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain't goin back 
 I blow stack after stack after stack after stack 
 At the rack everyday and they knowin that 
 Well I'm blowin that and I'm doin this 
 And my red flag got the haters pissed 
 Don't reckless, this not a diss 
 This not a threat, this real shit 
 And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me 
 Ain't no toppin me, and ain't no robbin me 
 Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out 
 We reckless, we O.G. 
 On Acuras and they textin us 
 But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn? 
 I'm blood in and blood out on 
 Flat Shoals with big sand 
 And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes 
 Two bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signs So what's up? 
 The pricety, I'm icey as iced tea 
 I'm the king of diamonds and the princess shinin 
 And all mine behind me 
 [Chorus: x8] 
 Let's get reckless, let's get reckless 
 [Cap:] 
 Oh yeah! Cap, I'm in beast mode 
 Hell yeah I'm on reckless 
 If you don't like it pussy nigga come check this 
 Respect this or meet your death wish 
 There's 17 bird on my necklace Gucci Mane - Careless And Reckless - http://motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/careless-and-reckless-lyrics.html
 I fuck with dem and they fuck with me 
 Don't fuck with us, get the fuck from 'round 
 Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e'rybody goin HAM 
 Don't test this, cause if you do 
 That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn 
 Look what the fuck done happened 
 Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin 
 That I'm worryin about the [?] pulled out 
 No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene 
 I'm smashin Bye, gone - boy you better catch up nigga 
 Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan' fess up, get your block up 
 Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga 
 They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent 
 I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone 
 Signin autographs who's stylin? 
[Chorus]
 [Chill Will:] 
 Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say 
 I'm swag surfin 
 Your girl with ya she ain't lookin but her ass flirtin 
 See I'm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains 
 And I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin 
 And I don't mean I'm jackin off when I say 
 I'm chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo' we call that chokin chickens 
 I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds 
 Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole 
 My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless 
 Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin 
 My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless 
 Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin 
[Chorus]








