Hip Hop, party 4est J
Reckless Crew (Hit Back)

you'll catch taking selfies in random bathroom mirrors while railing lines off of the asses of girls that I am meeting here. you'll see my streaking through the neighbourhood with just my socks on, puking in the bushes screaming "fuck the world" while cops come.

You'll catch flirting with your girl while you fill a drink, I'll make her fall in love with all the charm im pursuading , don't blink. I'll taker her to the only bedroom through the coats right off the bed and stare you in the eyes,slap her ass, while she's giving me head.

I'm mother fucking arrogant and just here for a good time, and if you feel the same then follow me into the limelight. Spending too much cash at the bars like every friday night and when we party hard we push it straight into the daylight

Burning in the morning sun, light me up another one, If i can feel my face then you know this party's not done done. Digging through the cooler bump this buzz into the stratosphere, grab a can, grab my keys, pull the tab and shot gun

I'm mother fucking reckless, ever staying restleiss, it's my generation built to hustle hard we're straight blessed , burning up the night sky cuz we sold our souls to 9 to 5s so when we get the chance we sure as fuck make sure we feel alive

Maybe it's time that try and take a time out, crusing through the town getting breakfust cuz we're strung out, rolling into sunday with a bender bitting at are backs, psyche mother fucker ditch the attitude and we hit back

Head into the liquor store we're grabbing bottles off the shelf, window shopping through the bottles reaching for that amber hell, grab myself a 40 of some whiskey , shooting wisers, pocket me a twenty six and now one is the wiser

Taking shots right from the bottle, find a place to burn down, girls in the passenger that lost their tops around town, swerving over yellow lines, no sweat I can afford a fine, we share the glory bred between a reckless crew and good times.

We're fucking champions and never ever back down, we're young and stupid kings and queens with broken black crowns, we are invincible, never gonna stop this, until we're in the grave bitch, you're never gonna top this.

We're weekend warriors were living for the best highs, the pure adrenaline inside our veins is our prize. We fight on battlefields lined with empty liquor bottles, beer cans, passed out bitches, lost clothes were suicidal