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lirik lagu slide – rico recklezz

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[intro: zacktv, fbg duck and rico recklezz]
my reporters told me they seent the post you posted ’bout rico recklezz, what’s yo feelin’s about him?
man, f-ck rico recklezz
the n-gga a clown bro
he all up on interviews, talkin’ ’bout some he smokin’ big tooka and i was a b-tch in the county, bro
you know n-ggas say that sh-t
where rico recklezz right now right now
he gon’ have to deal with the consequences when we come over
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
i feel like y’all sometimes be forcin’ my hand with this sh-t
everytime i make a song they be like he talkin’ ’bout you
like no the f-ck he ain’t
all this brick and tooka smokin’
ain’t n0body pull up on me
ain’t n0body slide on me

[chorus]
it’s a real n-gga party, no the f-ck it ain’t
foenem off the drank, smokin’ dead n-gga stank
you ain’t got no rank, shoot the thirty ’til it clank
free my brothers out the clank
and your shooter f-ckin’ jank, d-mn
smokin’ tooka all way to the bank
i can’t make this sh-t up, shoot you in your face, d-mn
and your b-tch know how my d-ck taste
n-ggas say they gangsta, i’m crackin’ treys and droppin’ rakes
’cause if you really slide, how the f-ck your brother died then?
pop out, why the f-ck your -ss inside then?
shoot up every f-ckin’ car you ridin’ in
every time they say my name, somebody die again

[verse 1]
you don’t wanna hear that brrat
where was ya at when brick got whacked?
he ain’t even have a strap
couldn’t even clap back
goofy n-gga lackin’, now he just another pack, ugh
just served an old lady i went to church with
she used to call my phone when the first hit
how you a k!ller, you froze up on your first hit
how you a real n-gga and you hangin’ with a snitch?
b-tch n-ggas just rappin’, acting tough
all your homies dead, n-gga, turn the f-ck up
guns on instagram, but in real life ain’t shoot nothin’
still up in chiraq, smokin’ tooka, countin’ money, b-tch

[chorus]
it’s a real n-gga party, no the f-ck it ain’t
foenem off the drank, smokin’ dead n-gga stank
you ain’t got no rank, shoot the thirty ’til it clank
free my brothers out the clank
and your shooter f-ckin’ jank, d-mn
smokin’ tooka all way to the bank
i can’t make this sh-t up, shoot you in your face, d-mn
and your b-tch know how my d-ck taste
n-ggas say they gangsta, i’m crackin’ treys and droppin’ rakes
’cause if you really slide, how the f-ck your brother died then?
pop out, why the f-ck your -ss inside then?
shoot up every f-ckin’ car you ridin’ in
every time they say my name, somebody die again

[verse 2]
they be like “recklezz, why you smack folks in the store?”
sh-t n-gga, i don’t know but he lucky i ain’t blow
shoutout ill will, knocked out mikey at the show
and i’m rollin’ off the mid, gettin’ throat from his ho
n-ggas say the fame made me change up on my guys
stop with all the lies, them n-ggas weren’t my guys
first ones to testify up on the homicide
b-tch i’m renegade, so it’s f-ck every side
b-tch i’m droppin’ rakes, and i’m crackin’ treys
trappin’ everyday, b-tch i’m makin’ plays
rusty 38’s, russian ak’s
smokin’ russian cream and dead opps to the face, b-tch

[chorus]
it’s a real n-gga party, no the f-ck it ain’t
foenem off the drank, smokin’ dead n-gga stank
you ain’t got no rank, shoot the thirty ’til it clank
free my brothers out the clank
and your shooter f-ckin’ jank, d-mn
smokin’ tooka all way to the bank
i can’t make this sh-t up, shoot you in your face, d-mn
and your b-tch know how my d-ck taste
n-ggas say they gangsta, i’m crackin’ treys and droppin’ rakes
’cause if you really slide, how the f-ck your brother died then?
pop out, why the f-ck your -ss inside then?
shoot up every f-ckin’ car you ridin’ in
every time they say my name, somebody die again

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