[Intro: Tony Montana & Sad Frosty] (Aye, fuck you, man!) (Who put this thing together?) (Me, that's who!) Quadeca and Frosty, like what? Bitch! (Lj done made [?])
[Verse 1: Quadeca] None of my shit fuckin' match I’m still the best dressed (Huh?) “Who just fucked my bitch?” Take your best guess (Hahaha) Huh, bitch, I wake up fresh I do not get dressed (No) My bitch is evangelical Christian She like "Heck yes!", huh (Amen) Okay, huh Sayin', "No way", like you Jose, huh (No) I been killin' shit like OJ, huh (Huh) Cancelling school when I go iced-out, it’s a snow day, huh (Woo!) Okay, huh We going up (Pew, pew) When they see the check I’m getting They be throwing up (Huh) Bitch, type "Q" Into motherfucking Google And I really be the first thing That be showing up (Uh)
[Chorus: Quadeca & Sad Frosty] I been like, “Thank you, next” I hit that bitch with a "Thank you" text Who been on that shit? Better take your guess (Huh?) When I’m out in Palo Alto, like the Grateful Dead, huh (Ha?) Call me 'Kodak' I’m a suburban dude (I am!) They call you- huh? (Quadeca and Frosty like, what?) They call you- what? We never heard of you, (Huh?) huh (Huh?), nope (Huh?), huh (Huh?)
[Verse 2: Sad Frosty & Quadeca] I tell her "Thank you, next" ([?]) Callin' Quadeca, shoot baby TEC's ([?]) Ride with the choppa', I hit with the blade (Aye!) All of my shows look like a parade What? Huh? Yeah! Why they goofy? They be talking (Bitch!) that shit Hunnid bands, got it all (Aye) in my hip I fuck on that bitch, in the back of the whip ([?]) Yuh, aye! Oprah all up in my dick, but you knew that (Bye!) Feel like Sheck Wes, like, "How that boy do that?" ([?]) Twenty racks in the strip club, I just threw that, huh? What? Hit for twenty in Japan Shorty, she knew I'm the man (Bye!) Run in the guap, and I cop the advanced, yeah! (Yeah!)
[Verse 3: Quadeca] Count the advances, fuck an AK, I shoot cannons Your grandma just bought my tape for her grandkids Always thinking "What would Jesus do?" And I just fucked a bitch in my sandals Your favorite rapper got cancelled I just spent 3,000 dollars to clear up a sample Just an example, 100 mil' on my channel They all like, "That is substantial" Too much to handle, huh When I talk shit, it's (Huh?) a scandal, huh (Huh?) I do not rap (Haha), I just ramble Roll on your block, like some Campbell's, they all say that I am a handful Everybody belittle me But I get hits, like I’m playing in little league So fuck an industry plant, I’ll plant myself in the industry In my own shoes, I ain’t givin' no sympathy
[Part II]
[Bridge: Quadeca] I been on the regular, yeah (Regular) Tryna get ahead of ya', yeah (Head of ya) I don't wanna let you know (Let you know) I don’t wanna let you go (Let you go) I just wanna be for you (Be for you) I’ll do everything I think you need me to (Need me to) I don’t wanna let you go (Go) Let you go (Go), go
[Outro: Quadeca] None of my shit fuckin' match I’m still the best dre-e-e-essed (Huh?) Take your best gue-e-e-e-e-ess Hehehe, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
