R3CKL3SS - World War 3 Lyrics

Yeah, this Shot's Fired
I got a lot of shit to get off my chest
Okay, RECKLESS ENT
This Shot's Fired, World War Three
F*ck a broke bitch, yeah they bore me
I just pour some codeine in a forty
Bitch, I know real bloods, they get gory
I keep a stack of paper like a story
Might leave you in the ocean like Dory
Bitch, I go hard, rock like a quarry
Feds on my phone, they try to record me
Do it for glory, I do it for fame
I'm burning L's, but I think you a lame
Just f*cked this bitch, but I don't know her name
F*ck what you saying, still f*ck what you claim
On E in the A, yeah, it's all in the game
If I sounded like you, then I would be ashamed
Burning on fire while shooting the flame
If I f*ck your bitch, homie, then you are to blame
I make it rain, I make her wet
Cash on my mind, so I can not forget
Pull up in the Rari, pull up in the Vette
Yeah, I'm killing these beats without breaking a sweat
Just pay off your debts, or you can go die
Higher than heaven, I'm up in the sky
Yeah, life is a bitch, yeah, but she can be shy
My cash is so straight, but my girl is so bi
I'm eating some Thai, curry with tofu
Bitch, don't hit my DMs if I do not know you
No, they don't want beef, no, they don't eat no food
I'm dragging my balls on her face call me Goku
Designer my shoes, run up a check
My homies got snow, ain't talking bout Breck
Yeah, they call me R3CKL3SS, but don't call me wreck
Money be calling, they call me collect
Higher than heck, but I live in Hell
The coke is so white, but I am so pale
I make her so wet, she fill up the well
I leave all the bodies, but pick up the shells
Yeah, they need some braille, they are so blind
I'm just like a skater, I stay on my grind
Out of this world, the stars are aligned
Your bitch hit my line when she need to unwind
Yeah, I am unsigned still killing the industry
My bitch do drugs, she say we got chemistry
Sipping some codeine, but she's drinking Hennessy
F*cking a bad bitch, a ten that's from Tennessee
Kill all the enemies, show 'em no mercy
They kiss my ass, call it a Hershey's
Stay with some birds, talk about turkeys
Lyrics so sick, like f*cking with herpes
She slurp like a Slurpee, she get at the store
Yeah, it's going down, stack my cash on the floor
Life is a bitch, yea that bitch, she a whore
F*ck with my money, I kick in your door
She say that she's sore, but she still want my D
Kill all the witnesses, nothing to see
Blow up like a bomb, look at all the debris
Yeah, she want the wood, so we burning on tree
Yeah, I keep it G, I am a Mason
Yeah, just keep it moving, like, don't get complacent
Guns like a CIA, top secret agent
American money, but eyes like an Asian
I kill him like Jason I kill him like Freddie
I married the money, Yeah, we going steady
I don't f*ck with bitches, cause bitches be petty
If they want the beef, tell them, pull up, I'm ready for real