Rated Lux Diss

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, what? Huh? (What? Huh?)
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
If I see amigo we got that De Niro, I'm stacking these pringles
As soon as I fuck, we and bitch gotta tell her I’m ready to mingle
I ain't vibin' with shit, I’m single
These [!] steal my Red, my lingo
All of these bitches they wanna go smoke, so I'm asking 'em word like bingo
(Ay)
All of a sudden a [!] get money, he acting real funny like cracking a junkie
When I get her pregnant, eat her boot like a sonny
When I fuck it up and I'm all up in her tummy
She wanna get it, she act like I'm runny
[!]; they stupid, they act like a dummy
Shawty be feeling me, she keep it real with me
Good in the snow, so I call her snow bunny

[Verse 2]
Off of a perc when you tell me what's up
I'm finna perk when I'm all in her gut
She want a mystery, look at my history
Hit her from the back, while I find me a slut
Diamonds 2K like I’m in a Ku Klux
Get out my face bitch, you doin’ too much
I need a round of applause
All of these times never gave me a fuck
When shawty never shooting, that's a loser man
You want it? Yeah, you want it? Gotta win it
Got the whole world spinnin’ everyday
[?] I gotta get an opposition
Competition in the bays, but I've been working exhibition

[Outro]
What's really a minute when you have a minute
Boy had to limit, that's why they prohibit
Mess in my mind, you get popped like a fidget
Because I’m offing, you're read like a snippet

Part 2

[Intro]
Yeah, let me just introduce myself real quick (Hi!, I'm Cozy)
Nothing but Red baby, but put Crimson in the front, bitch (That's me!)

[Verse 1]
Yuh
Uh-huh
Yuh
A, B, see a [!] light a campfire with a hater get it, it's now or later
When we see that [!] we annihilate him
Pull up in a new Porsche, means I gotta go get in my bag
All these [!] that think they can rap
I've been doing music since a lil' jit
Wasn't taking these notes, I was writing in class
[?]
A thotty, a body, catchin' fours and catchin' a body
Like Mikey, when I catch his breath, flow hot like wasabi
You know you [!] like to cap me on a [?] floor, but that shit can't stop me
Drop who, now drop Saber when I say, how much go
Got me pickin' out these [!] like [?]
But I'm not gon' have mommy, court case so I hope
After that a [!] don't have to ask no more

[Verse 3]
Cut out the beat [!]
You're ambiguous, indecisive, ingenuous
Never really the type to learn, or continue shit
Never give you the mic, your flow is exiguous
Very ro-problematic, like doesn't that go and hinder it?
Like talking to a fucking Tinder bitch
It's like a gender reveal, I gotta ask them what they gender is (Damn!)
Haha
Like Jah, where are you?
Nevermind just bring the beat back in

Part 3

[Verse 1]
Oops, wanna diss a [!], guess we all for real
Pop-out with J Reckless got these pussies, read in Braille
Six triple clips, send that demon straight to Hell
Fists say he a Glock, spin that beat like carousel
No cap I've been doing this shit
Boy, you was thirteen; started rapping
You really that new to this shit?
That was 7-0, hoop on his diss
Meet me at [?], [?] this verse I'mma spit
I ain't even, you caught me sipping
But bitch, they was never gon' let you hit
Fifteen-year-old, you still play with your dick
Like Dotty, and J, on the list

[Verse 2]
Two little [!] they think that they better, than the ones who started this shit
Wrote you a song and it did a few numbers
These [!] swear that they be slaughtering shit
For every lil' bitch yeah I'm sliding them kids
I'm the king of the hill, I'm on top of this shit
Tickety-tock motherfucker I might not be famous as fuck but you wanted a pic
So do you know who this is?
[!] be baitin' for clicks
Wanna know why my name is J Reckless?
When I'm in the stu I be wrecking this bitch
Fuck a snake, you a dumb lil' [!] when I come around you gon' do it or tricks
Money so long to a [!], it look like I'm out here just trapping some bricks
Not chopping bricks but sticks and stones
"Who the fuck calling my phone?"
I cannot stop it, no, pussy lil' [!] when I'm on the mic, bitch I stay in my zone
Matter of fact this coming straight off the dome
That lil' [!], lil boy I am grown
Imma go trap at the A-B-C store when I'm done with this diss, and go buy me Patrón

[Outro]
Too quick, caught that [!], it's gon' snap off
That's your bitch, lil' [!], I swear I will not back off
Hit her with some Red, gave that bitch some Mac Sauce
If he see your girl, I swear to god, that boy gon' jacked off

Part 4

[Intro]
"[!] where the fuck is you at?"
"I've been calling you all goddamn day."
"[!] said he was gon' call me back."
Warner
"Post-traumatic."
"Yo."
"Listen, darling."
"Ay, hold on, uhm."

[Verse]
All you [!] want smoke? I got static, huh
Christian Dior on my shirt when I fly to LA, then Orlando, then [?], huh
When it's me on the beat, know that I'm wreaking my havoc, uh
Swear a [!] ain't have shit, now I'm mad rich
In the crib with a bad bitch, she a side chick, with a side [!]
Guess that's life when your life's bigger
The price is right, I might write wit' ya', not right for ya', cause I write hitters
Don't want 'em all stealing my Red
Red dotty, boy I'm on your head
They got me rapping all different
To show you I'm better cause I was born the best, uh

[Chorus]
Blowing smoke on the roadway
Lights out, go figure
Nice house, where the roads bigger
Better watch out, they gon' roll wit' you
Can't trust no [!]
Pop the task, or we pull the trigger
Bigger bag, I'mma touch a figure
Close bitch, gold digger
Blowing smoke on the roadway
Lights out, go figure
Nice house, where the roads bigger
Better watch out, they gon' roll wit' you
Can't trust no [!]
Pop the task, or we pull the trigger
Bigger bag, I'mma touch a figure
Close bitch, gold digger