You Know?, Pt. 3

Oops, wanna diss me, nigga, 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 No cap I be doing this shit, boy you is thirteen Started rapping, you really that new to this shit Double stepping, no Hoof on this diss Meet me at 4 after this verse I'mma spit I ain't seen you caught these bitches slipping But bitches 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 niggas, they play like they bandits And they the ones who started this shit Wrote you a song and it did a few numbers These niggas swear that they be slaughtering shit Rap on this bitch 'cause I'm slaughtering kids I'm the king of the hill, I'm on top of this shit Took it to the top, motherfucker I might not be famous as fuck, but you wanted this shit Do you know who this is? Niggas be baiting for clicks Wanna know that my name is Jay Reckless It's true I be wrecking this bitch Fuck that snake, you a dog, lil nigga When I come around you gon' do it for tricks Uh, money so little lil nigga will think that I be trapping for bricks Not trapping for bricks but sticks and stones Who the fuck calling my phone? I cannot step on some pussy lil nigga When I'm in my lane, bitch I stay in my zone Matter of fact this shit coming straight off the dome Dumb lil nigga, 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 nigga, it's gon' snap off That's your bitch, lil nigga, I swear I won't back off Hit her, wish lil rat, get that bitch some Mac sauce If I see your girl, I swear to god, lil boy, I'll jack off