Quadeca - 12 Styles of Rapping! (Youtuber Edition) lyrics

Wait i might just cop me a Wraith, huh
Yeah, wait, okay
Wraith look like outer space, huh  (yeah)
You be lookin' out of place, huh
I pull up icy,  Christmas Day, yeah, huh
(Ayy, yeah) pull up icy, Christmas Day, huh
I might fuck on your bitch in the face (yeah)
If you hatin', I'll get you erased
Hannah Baker, know I'm droppin'
Them tapes, yeah, huh
Oh-ho-! I be droppin' them tapes, huh
Tay K, I do the race, huh
I can not fuck with no face
Wearin' Gucci, but don't fuck
With no snakes, yeah, huh
Can't fuck with no snakes, huh
I just came out early, huh
Your bitch's hair be lookin' curly
I might do my dance, Roy Purdy, yeah, huh
Roy Purdy, huh
Bitch be actin hella dirty, huh (Hm-m)
All that smoke is that high grade
Call that EduBirdie, yeah!

Hey!

I was broke, now, you see me in the hills
Yeah, they said that I was meek
Now I'm steady makin' mill's
All Designer on me, I can't let it spill
That's for real
Droppin' fire, boy, you know it's not a drill
Jake and Logan, you some corny-ass haters
But I'm here makin' bands
I'm just storin' mad paper
Got a house in the hills
It come with a elevator
Your career goin' down, like
The wrong escalator, huh
They said I need to chill
That's what the ice do
So why your girl be checkin'
Everything that Rice do?
She hit me up, I'm like, "Sorry
I don't like you"
I've been writin' bangers and you're
Stuck writin' some haikus
In the hills, yeah, I got a high view
Which makes sense- check my channel
Got a lot of high views
Came up from the bottom
I was who they lied to
Now my vids be going viral
Like they got the swine flu

Yo! Huh, huh

I've been doin' everythin'
I'm takin' all my medicine
I'm gettin' so much evidence
Stay gettin' where you've never been
I'm elegant, developin'
I'm gettin' in my element
The etiquette is eminent
I'll never have to edit it
I don't actually say anythin'
That makes sense but I'm rappin' it so fast
They really think that I'm the best
But then when you take a look at
All the lyrics that I rapped
Then you realize this shit ain't even good
It's really trash

Aah!

Everybody wants me to die!
I wanna stab myself up in the eye!
The Devil wants to watch me as I bleed!
The angels want my blood, they made of greed!
I stab myself with a knife,! Uh
The world is corrupted with
Darkness! Buried alive, i'm a carcass!

Yeah

Went to dinner with your bitch
And we hit it off
All these fingers pointed at me
I'ma flip 'em off and I ain't never dropped
A song, only snippets, dawg
So many snippets on me
You should call me 'Snippet God'
I just pulled up in a
'Rari wit' the new seats
Now they tryna mention me, but, sorry
I don't view tweets ()
Running up the numbers
And you're hardly on your two feet
And if it ain't Tee
Grizzley, well, I'm sorry, i don't use beats
(No Way Jose) yeah

I got one, two, three
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Creepers in my Minecraft, hah
In my Minecraft
Hah, in my Minecraft, hah, in my Minecraft
Whoa, huh, hey haha, yeah

I'm a beast! No one will win when I feast
I cannot be beat, Logan
I'm seein' you down at my feet
I put in work, and all you do is tweet
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Alright, fuck that, I can't do that one
I just can't i just can't do your voice, bro
How the fuck am I supposed to do his voice?

DDG throwin' checks on the floor
Droppin' a hit, now, they checkin' for more
You makin' it rain, but I'm makin' it pour
You better get your ass out of the door
Twenty on my sneakers twenty for a feature
She wanna call my baby
I ain't fuckin' with no Bieber
Your bitch, she a eater
They play me on the speaker
You-You pull up in a Honda
While I pull up in a Beamer
I book your bitch flight
See me eat it, wanna big bite
I'ma pull up in all white
These haters mad, that's alright
D-DDG getting paper
I'll fuck your bitch later
Can't fuck with no hater
You-You ridin' waves like a sailor

Hey, bitch, hey bitch
Stop talkin', don't say shit, heh
All you bitches is basic, heh
You basic, I hate it, eheh
Diamonds on my chain, huh
You broke, get out my lane, huh
What the fuck you be sayin'? Huh
I'm the hottest in the game

Fuck your motherfuckin' feelings, bitch!
(Can Flight please stand up?)
Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit
Y'all ain't shit!

My name is Jake Paul
And you know I never fall
Like I'm playin' basketball
You know I gotta ball
I'm dunkin' on my haters
'cause you know I'm very tall
I started from the bottom, so you
Know I've seen it all, bro
When I'm playin' baseball
I hit it out the ballpark deji, you a bitch
I'll knock you out and chant "Walmart!"
"Walmart!" You gon' fall hard
Buy my merch, Jake Paulers, we all stars!

I'm Logan, I do this for the Mavericks!
Buy my merch, if you buy it
Then you know you have it!
I'm like Santa's Elf
'cause you know I'm always rappin'
When I finish, everybody cheer
They start clappin'

Holy shit, I'm never doing that again