[Verse]
Mu'fucka say that I'm foolish, all I talk about is shooting
But n***as know I was shooting when JoJo was making music
Got 50 clips in the Uzi, wet n***as just like jacuzzi
Just top me, don't want no coochie
Ride foreign, used to drive hoopty
I'm ballin' just like a Laker
Keep heat like a radiator
Get my Gucci suit tailored while I vacate in Jamaica
And baby not tryna save ya
I pass her like hot potato
My mistress bitch from Barbados
I'm [?] a n***a like cable
Power [?] the table
Versace draws on my balls
I used to wear Black Label
I'm young, black, and I'm able
I'm crazy, mentally unstable
Been like this since the womb
Was cussing up in the cradle
I'll smack the lil' bitch that made you
And rob the n***a that paid you
Buffy Vampire, slay you
Mortal Kombat, annihilate em'
Fuck the world, I'm penetrating
Listen to my presentation
The crowd standing ovation
Patiently running out of patience
Drinking lean like I'm a patient
Turn you to a doctor patient
A lucrative operation
Molly with the codeine chaser
Number 2 pencil eraser
Yo favorite rapper, I chased him
Have lil' folks come and face him
SRT's, we like to race em'
Where police, they like to chase us
But they never catch us
Cause we strapped up with Berettas
Free [?] la beretta
Like Biggie, wearing Coogi sweaters
Like Memphis Bleek, Roc-A-Fella
Me and money got together
Now, a n***a can do whatever
Tell a preacher, don't want no lecture
When you cleaning, don't scratch my leather
Black whip with the red interior
Lil' boy, I'm your superior
Masked up like Rey Mysterio
Hulk Hogan up on a hater
I flex but I still hear em'
Now, go to the other side of the ring
Show em' you still hearin' em'
Last n***as went this hard, Jay-Z and Eminem
And all them n***as trying to play hard, they really feminine
Finessed a cluck, he thought it was tar
Was really cinnamon
In Paris, eating crepes with a broad
Pass me the cinnamon
And n***a, only call my phone if it's about dividends
And if you wanna hear me roar, come to the lions den
Boy, you know you don't want war, so stop that lying then
Bullets come right through your door
Hot like a frying pan
N***as know who up on the score
Somebody died again
Now the police all on the block
A homicide again
No handshakes, head nods
'Cause you is not my friend
They say I ain't got no respect
Then, blame my mama then
Bitch, I'm Rico Recklezz
Up the pole and rob my mama's friend
And all I want for Christmas is a .50 and some Timberlands
[Bridge]
Recklezz Renegade, never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time a day
I'm Recklezz Renegade
Never been afraid to say whats on my mind
Renegade
I'm Recklezz Rengade
Never been afraid to say whats on my mind
Renegade
I'm Recklezz Rengade