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RECKLESS
39
Dirty South
Utwór RECKLESS został wydany 20 marca 2026 przez Untouchable Records STL LLC jako część albumu RECKLESS - Single
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Data wydania20 marca 2026
WytwórniaUntouchable Records STL LLC
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM74

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
6ix
6ix
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Johnson
Brian Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Johnson
Brian Johnson
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Turn me up, B, turn me up
 Every day I wake up
 Every day I wake up, thank the Lord and start dressin'
 They pushin' on me already
 You fucked by the truck, I caught a couple already
 Takin' fair chances, Mama know I'm hard-headed
 We're in the city, move regulars already
 They said I'm out here movin' rangers already
 They said I'm out here movin' rangers
 As soon as I wake up, they hatin' on me, why?
 Cause they shawty on my beat, lil' hoe won't say goodbye
 If you want it, B, don't do no fakin' shit
 Don't waitin' on it, if I ever up and peel the screen
 That bitch gon' cry out, my n***a got them yardsticks
 Real yard, you play dumb, get your whole block flipped
 That's on God's seat, I call it Glock, Tetris high, drop shit
 Blinded by this, we went, I'm jacked, boy, take shit
 They know we grindin', we want it in and out
 No extra top, no salad, n***a said we be wiggin'
 Runnin' through n***a pockets, back and bring it back to the wicket
 What dirty do, no problem, cause it can't rob the robber
 You know we really on Goblin time
 Every day I wake up, thank the Lord and start dressin'
 Poe was sittin' over in the make, that shit happen
 Say he got smoke, but he shoot when we pass him
 Only time he spend his own life, that's half
 Poe talk, I ain't trippin', no thresh
 He the real n***a, soft, bitch, it hard on taste
 Talk tough once, then they gone, this ain't less
 Try to squash shit down, cause they know we on this
 I was in a trip, Saint Cole, no shower
 Phone goin' crazy, three licks, one hour
 Plowin' on, couldn't afford, I got real power
 Hold her vouch, I ain't gotta talk louder
 Shorty said she love me, I don't trust that bitch
 She just love the lifestyle, the sticks and the bricks
 Couple walks, die, they post that shit
 Cause deep down, they know exactly who did that hit
 Every loss that I took, turn me more than money
 Now the bag too big, I can't move, I run it
 Still don't keep a tool on my heel, grow a body
 If a fuck n***a play, he gon' bleed, I promise
Written by: Brian Johnson
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