You Know?, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: Red Crimson]
Oops, wanna diss me, n*gga, guess we on for real
Pop-out with Jay Reckless, pussies, read in Braille
Six triple clips, send that demon straight to Hell
Fist out, he said "go outside", I spin that beat like carousel

[Verse 1: Red Crimson]
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 4 after 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 di*k
Like Daddy in jail, start to damn lick

[Verse 2: Red Crimson]
Two little n*ggas, 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*ggas 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, motherf*cker
I might not be famous as f*ck, but you wanted this sh*t

[Verse 3: Red Crimson]
Do you know who this is?
n*ggas 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*gga
When I come around you gon' do it for tricks
Uh, money so little lil n*gga 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 pus*y lil n*gga
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*gga, 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*gga, it's gon' snap off
That's your b*tch, lil n*gga, 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