Rico Recklezz - Slide (Remix) lyrics

My reporters told me they seent the post you posted 'bout Rico Recklezz, what's yo feelin's bout him? Man, f** Rico Recklezz The n***a a clown bro He all up on interviews, talkin' 'bout some he smokin' big Tooka and I was a b**h in the county, bro You know n***as say that sh** 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** Everytime I make a song they be like he talkin' 'bout you Like no the f** he ain't All this Brick and Tooka smokin' Ain't nobody pull up on me Ain't nobody slappin' me It's a real n***a party, no the f** 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 f**in' jank, damn Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank I can't make this sh** up, shoot you in your face, damn And your b**h know how my dick taste n***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes 'Cause if you really slide, how the f** your brother died then? Pop out, why the f** your a** inside then? Shoot up every f**in' car you ridin' in Every time they say my name, somebody die again You don't wanna hear that brrat Where was ya at when Brick got wrecked? 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 k**er, you froze up on your first hit How you a real n***a and you hangin' with a snitch? b**h n***as just rappin', acting tough All your homies dead, n***a, turn the f** up Guns on Instagram, but in real life ain't shoot nothin' Still up in Chiraq, smokin' Tooka, countin' money, b**h It's a real n***a party, no the f** 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 f**in' jank, damn Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank I can't make this sh** up, shoot you in your face, damn And your b**h know how my dick taste n***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes 'Cause if you really slide, how the f** your brother died then? Pop out, why the f** your a** inside then? Shoot up every f**in' car you ridin' in Every time they say my name, somebody die again They be like "Recklezz, why you smack folks in the store?" sh** 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 gang Stop with all the lies, them n***as weren't my guys First ones to testify up on the homicide b**h I'm really gang, so it's f** every side b**h I'm droppin' rakes, and I'm crackin' treys Trappin' everyday, b**h I'm makin' plays Rusty 38's, Russian AK's Smokin' Russian Cream and dead opps to the face, b**h It's a real n***a party, no the f** 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 f**in' jank, damn Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank I can't make this sh** up, shoot you in your face, damn And your b**h know how my dick taste n***as say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes 'Cause if you really slide, how the f** your brother died then? Pop out, why the f** your a** inside then? Shoot up every f**in' car you ridin' in Every time they say my name, somebody die again