Lyrics On Sight - Reckless feat. Happy

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Recklezz

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight

If we catch a sucker slippin', he gon' meet the pipe
I'm from Watts home, find the 40's and them 9's (What's up?)
I only serve the whole thing, fuck a dime
Hog on the scanner, lookin' for that one time (Yo)
Shady niggas better duck and come correct
Messin' with Recklezz, I can make
Your life fuckin' mess (Fuckin' mess)
Already had the MAC, run with that Kel-Tec
Make your ass strip from your toes to your fuckin' neck (Take it off)
Take it off, take it off and run it up, boy
I be flexin' like it's nothin', Gucci hold the toy
Money to be made, bars on overload
I be makin' plays all day, just watch me score (Me)
I be goin' all in, try to stop me
Opps caught me at the store but I was rockin'
I was posted up strapped, dump like it's nothin' (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
'Cause these suckers never roll back for the function

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight (It's on sight)
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight

I don't follow, shoot, clap first (Blaow)
But you ain't gotta ask if I'm slidin' for the turf (For the gang)
R.I.P. shirt with them lil' hood pics (Fuckin' wuss)
Niggas playin' darts, really clappin' that shit (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Out of state clips, they don't stop at 10's (Nah)
And out of state bitch, better break that bread (Break that bread)
Problems for these bitches, you niggas, you got it bad (Fuckin' wuss)
Yeah, I called you bitch but bitch, I take it back
I act a fool so don't act surprised (Nah)
I seen you fuckin' with them suckers so
Like damn, that was on sight (Brrat)
Cross my heart and hope to die, never drop a dime (Never)
Toss and turn, paranoid for the one time (Fuck the jakes)
Middle fingers to the jakes (Fuck)
Fingers to the opps, big deuces to the fakes (To the fakes)
I be like shout out to the gang (C.L.M.)
Shout out to the knocks and big salute to the gang (Haps, haps)

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I need my paper right (Run it up)
And I be runnin' up a check, made it from the white
My homies got the poles, nigga, they ain't tryna fight (Pop, pop, pop)
And if we catch a opp slippin', then it's on sight (On sight)

Then it's on sight
Run it up
Then it's on sight
Pop, pop, pop