All Star Boi, Pt. 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 nigga light a campfire with a hater get it, it's now or later
When we see that nigga we annihilate him
Pull up in a new Porsche, means I gotta go get in my bag
All these niggas that think they can rap
I've been doing music since a lil’ jit
Wasn't taking these notes, I was writing in class
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A thotty, a body, catchin' fours and catchin' a body
Like Mikey, when I catch his breath, flow hot like wasabi
You know you niggas like to copy 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 niggas like a digger, fucka
But I'm not gon' have mommy, court case so I hope
After that a nigga don’t have to ask no more

[Verse 3]
Cut out the beat nigga
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