Lyrics You Know?, Pt. 3 - Jay R3ckless

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