Quadeca - 100 Styles of Rapping! lyrics
[Quadeca - 100 Styles of Rapping! lyrics]
I made a milli' off this rappin' shit
Had to stack my chips 'cause
I never was used to havin' shit
From the war zone, but never camouflaged
Sneak into your house and take your shit
Just like the opposite of Santa Claus
(ill Will Beats) now they wanna talk to me
But I don't wanna answer calls
I got carpal tunnel from this Glock
I need a hand massage i can't be touched
Like I'm MC Hammer with cuts i stand out
In case a bitch ever tryin' to stand me up
When I'm ridin' in a 'Rari
Everybody think they switched up
All my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a
Boy 'cause he next up ain't a doctor
But I'm 'bout to get my check up (yeah)
Yeah, all this lean got me leaned out (Huh)
I just pulled up to the bank
Got it cleaned up yeah, I been stayin' true
I took the clean route
I'm a drug to that bitch, I got a fiend out
I been on the go
I'm really feelin' like the man
That bitch wanna take me
To a mo'fuckin' ranch
I just did a show and put
That money in my hand
Used to say I'd never be shit
I did everythin' I planned
Now I'm really rockin' it
Everybody be stockin' it
I'm walkin' and they watchin' while
They just stare in astonishment
I'm confident I'm 'bout to
Change the motherfuckin' provenance
To give you free knowledge
Like a motherfuckin' scholarship
Futuristic, I got new statistics
Fuck the check up, I been doin' business
And you too suspicious got my lucky pants on
'cause I'm superstitious (Ha ha ha)
And I just hit your girl
She think I'm too delicious
And to be honest
I ain't even used to this shit
I been eatin' good while you do the dishes
Runnin' laps around these rappers
I'm just doin' fitness
Okay hop is back and when I'm on the track
Someone better get these rappers
All a bodybag y'all promote fake shit, well
That's awfully sad
I'm stoppin' rap if I see one more copycat
And everybody on my nutsack hatin'
I'm the shit
They like "What's that fragrance?"
And did the man who invented college
Go to college? Hm, okay then
Hehe okay
Asapz, turn that shit up
That lil' bitch got me leanin'
I've been on the front page, yeah
I know you seen it
You dreamin', I been schemin'
To be honest, you my sons, no phoenix
(goin' crazy)
Yeah, I'm bust down, Rollie on my wrist
I got a bust now
Why your bitches callin'? She be
Wantin' me to fuck now
Bands on my shoes, it's too easy, yeah
I'm up now i been so high
Bitches know I never come down
It's Gucci!
I said I can't fuck wit' you
Unless you cuttin' the check (Nah)
I live my life like an emoji
Get a hunnid percent (Burr)
And all these bitches like some vampires
Cover your neck (Gucci)
All these cameras flashin' at me
Like I'm runnin' a red, yeah
(Ha! Ha! Pow, pow)
I just walked in wit' the Glock
You could never see me with a opp'
Never give a bitch a photo op
Had to cut that bitch out like Photoshop
(Ayy) 21 might catch you when it's dark out
(When it's dark out)
I ain't taking no Viagra, but I'm hard now
(Skraight up)
When you see me, best watch out
Don't put your guard down (Skraight up)
I ain't 'bout to let that slide
This ain't a park now
Had to stack my chips 'cause
I never was used to havin' shit
From the war zone, but never camouflaged
Sneak into your house and take your shit
Just like the opposite of Santa Claus
(ill Will Beats) now they wanna talk to me
But I don't wanna answer calls
I got carpal tunnel from this Glock
I need a hand massage i can't be touched
Like I'm MC Hammer with cuts i stand out
In case a bitch ever tryin' to stand me up
When I'm ridin' in a 'Rari
Everybody think they switched up
All my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a
Boy 'cause he next up ain't a doctor
But I'm 'bout to get my check up (yeah)
Yeah, all this lean got me leaned out (Huh)
I just pulled up to the bank
Got it cleaned up yeah, I been stayin' true
I took the clean route
I'm a drug to that bitch, I got a fiend out
I been on the go
I'm really feelin' like the man
That bitch wanna take me
To a mo'fuckin' ranch
I just did a show and put
That money in my hand
Used to say I'd never be shit
I did everythin' I planned
Now I'm really rockin' it
Everybody be stockin' it
I'm walkin' and they watchin' while
They just stare in astonishment
I'm confident I'm 'bout to
Change the motherfuckin' provenance
To give you free knowledge
Like a motherfuckin' scholarship
Futuristic, I got new statistics
Fuck the check up, I been doin' business
And you too suspicious got my lucky pants on
'cause I'm superstitious (Ha ha ha)
And I just hit your girl
She think I'm too delicious
And to be honest
I ain't even used to this shit
I been eatin' good while you do the dishes
Runnin' laps around these rappers
I'm just doin' fitness
Okay hop is back and when I'm on the track
Someone better get these rappers
All a bodybag y'all promote fake shit, well
That's awfully sad
I'm stoppin' rap if I see one more copycat
And everybody on my nutsack hatin'
I'm the shit
They like "What's that fragrance?"
And did the man who invented college
Go to college? Hm, okay then
Hehe okay
Asapz, turn that shit up
That lil' bitch got me leanin'
I've been on the front page, yeah
I know you seen it
You dreamin', I been schemin'
To be honest, you my sons, no phoenix
(goin' crazy)
Yeah, I'm bust down, Rollie on my wrist
I got a bust now
Why your bitches callin'? She be
Wantin' me to fuck now
Bands on my shoes, it's too easy, yeah
I'm up now i been so high
Bitches know I never come down
It's Gucci!
I said I can't fuck wit' you
Unless you cuttin' the check (Nah)
I live my life like an emoji
Get a hunnid percent (Burr)
And all these bitches like some vampires
Cover your neck (Gucci)
All these cameras flashin' at me
Like I'm runnin' a red, yeah
(Ha! Ha! Pow, pow)
I just walked in wit' the Glock
You could never see me with a opp'
Never give a bitch a photo op
Had to cut that bitch out like Photoshop
(Ayy) 21 might catch you when it's dark out
(When it's dark out)
I ain't taking no Viagra, but I'm hard now
(Skraight up)
When you see me, best watch out
Don't put your guard down (Skraight up)
I ain't 'bout to let that slide
This ain't a park now