Oops, wanna diss me, n#gg#, guess we on for real
Pop-out with jay reckless, p#ssies, read in braille
Six triple clips, send that demon straight to hell
Fist out, he said “go outside”, i spin that beat like carousel
No cap i be doing this sh#t, boy you is thirteen
Started rapping, you really that new to this sh#t
Double stepping, no hoof on this diss
Meet me at {?}, this verse i’mma spit
I ain’t {?} you caught these b#tches slipping
But b#tches was never gon’ let you hit
15 years old, you still play with your dick
Like daddy in jail, start to damn lick
Two little n#gg#s, they play like they bandits
And they the ones who started this sh#t
Wrote you a song and it did a few numbers
These n#gg#s swear that they be slaughtering sh#t
Rap on this b#tch ’cause i’m slaughtering kids
I’m the king of the hill, i’m on top of this sh#t
Took it to the top, m#th*rf#ck*r
I might not be famous as f#ck, but you wanted this sh#t
Do you know who this is?
n#gg#s be baiting for clicks
Wanna know that my name is jay reckless
It’s true i be wrecking this b#tch
f#ck that snake, you a dog, lil n#gg#
When i come around you gon’ do it for tricks
Uh, money so little lil n#gg# will think that i be trapping for bricks
Not trapping for bricks but sticks and stones
Who the f#ck calling my phone?
I cannot step on some p#ss# lil n#gg#
When i’m in my lane, b#tch i stay in my zone
Matter of fact this sh#t coming straight off the dome
Dumb lil n#gg#, lil boy i am grown
I’mma go trap at the abc store when i’m done with this diss
And go buy some petrol
Too quick, caught that n#gg#, it’s gon’ snap off
That’s your b#tch, lil n#gg#, i swear i won’t back off
Hit her, wish lil rat, get that b#tch some mac sauce
If i see your girl, i swear to god, lil boy, i’ll jack off
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Red Crimson Lyrics – You Know?, Pt. 3