[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, fuck Rico Recklezz
The n***a a clown bro
He all up on interviews, talkin' 'bout some he smokin' big Tooka and I was a bitch in the county, bro
You know n***as say that shit
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 shit
Everytime I make a song they be like he talkin' 'bout you
Like no the fuck he ain't
All this Brick and Tooka smokin'
Ain't nobody pull up on me
Ain't nobody slide on me

[Chorus]
It's a real n***a party, no the fuck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n***a stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter fuckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your bitch know how my dick taste
N***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every fuckin' 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***a 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 killer, you froze up on your first hit
How you a real n***a and you hangin' with a snitch?
Bitch n***as just rappin', acting tough
All your homies dead, n***a, turn the fuck up
Guns on Instagram, but in real life ain't shoot nothin'
Still up in Chiraq, smokin' Tooka, countin' money, bitch

[Chorus]
It's a real n***a party, no the fuck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n***a stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter fuckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your bitch know how my dick taste
N***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every fuckin' 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?"
Shit n***a, 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***as say the fame made me change up on my guys
Stop with all the lies, them n***as weren't my guys
First ones to testify up on the homicide
Bitch I'm renegade, so it's fuck every side
Bitch I'm droppin' rakes, and I'm crackin' treys
Trappin' everyday, bitch I'm makin' plays
Rusty 38's, Russian AK's
Smokin' Russian Cream and dead opps to the face, bitch

[Chorus]
It's a real n***a party, no the fuck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n***a stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter fuckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this shit up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your bitch know how my dick taste
N***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the fuck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the fuck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every fuckin' car you ridin' in
Every time they say my name, somebody die again