Ha, ha, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (rrr)
Yeah, into the land of the reckless
Rollin' my words and my necklace (yeah)
You do not know how we move
Now we are the few who leavin' 'em breathless (uh)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, Kerala, Texas (yeah), ah, don't matter the language they use
They still understand what the message, ah
Do we understand were the king? (Yeah)
They still understand we a threat (yeah)
They tell me to do it like them (huh?)
I tell them to get off my, uh, property (bitch)
I got some people who rock with me
Ain't say a word, but they swing at you first
Dependin' how you gonna talk to me (bah-bah-bah)
Don't give a fuck about how much you make
I give a fuck about how much you live
I know some people who rich and who lame
I know some people who poor and legit
I know some ways they gon' fuck up your day
I know some ways to make you disappear
Abracadabra, now there ain't no trace
Now we got you believin' that magic is real (poof)
Yeah, shit will get heavy, uh (yeah)
All of my people stay ready, uh (yeah)
Kerala call up the cutthroats (yeah)
Bangalore roadies are ready, uh (brrt)
Mumbai, we hit up the public, uh (whoo)
I got mine locked in and deadly, uh (whoo)
Houston, where we got the rockets (whoo)
I'm goin' in like McGrady (yeah)
We goin' hard in the paint, HMK on the way gettin' buckets, and he got your bitch
Better you stay out the way 'cause the way that we playin', man, one of your bucket get kicked
Expected (boom), bringin' you more than perspective
Tell them to leave the shoes at the door, you ready to go?
Into the land of the (brrt)
Turn 'em up, yeah, turn 'em up, yeah
Turn 'em up, yeah, turn 'em up, yeah
Turn 'em up, yeah (listen), turn 'em up, yeah
Turn 'em up, yeah (reckless)
I'm in the land of the reckless (bah)
Everyone came with a death wish (huh?)
You got, weapons (weapons, uh), how could I answer that question? (Mm)
I'm like, bitch, you guessed it (duh), you was right (right)
I'm lookin' through the red eye on the scope if a nigga tell me to take flight (brrt)
Man down, ran down on a nigga, no mando (yeah)
Can't hear when the bullets go, Van Gogh, nigga ain't in a paintin'
Number 10 toes, shinbones runnin' toward the end zone (huh, huh?)
Runnin' outta ammo, R.I.P., tryna man boat and stroke
When I come onto the block, it's camo (camo)
When I come onto the block, it's camo
Potent, you choke off the smoke from the bando
Vibin', I'm smokin' on indo, huh
Havin' me cope with the sin though, huh
I saw the post of my friend though, huh
What I see in all these events
Homies die, so they plottin' revenge
When they sly, they gon' do it again
Caught and tried and they not even men (brrt-brrt)
It's a cycle, better watch where they spin
Duckin' lead while I'm dodgin' the bean (huh?)
Came with a chip on my shoulder while grippin' a toaster
Don't trip on this soldier 'cause I'll get, reckless
