Quadeca, Saint G - LATE NIGHT FREESTYLE lyrics

Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat!
(Oh man, okay, alright, um)

People look at me like I'm insane, uh (yeah)
They on the ground, but I'm in a plane, yeah
They don't know what's in my fuckin' brain
But they think my sound
Is fuckin' fire, yeah
They think it's flames alright

Ayy yeah, they think it's fuckin' flames
Uh, yeah, ooh (One time)
Yeah, ooh (RaeSam on the beat)

They think it's fuckin' flames, in my lane
Talkin' to that bitch, I been in my brain
Yeah yeah, now she give me brain
I just do this shit, now
They knowin' my name, yeah
'Cause these snitches
They be switchin' lanes i'm livin' my facts
You're just makin' claims i told 'em
"I'm not in it for the fuckin' fame"
I just want a gold song before a gold chain

Ayy, so what the fuck you heard?
When these haters see me
They just duck and swerve
(Hey, yeah, huh, ayy, yeah)
I was kicked to the fuckin' curb
Now they always gotta ask me
"What's the word?" (Ayy, yeah, ayy)

We cookin' in the stu', we got all the sauces
(Oh, ayy)
Bitch, I'm independent, I ain't got no bosses
Yeah, I keep on winnin'
I ain't got no losses
They ask me for the keys
Like the fuckin' locksmith (Oh, ayy)
Locksmith, yeah, you know I'm doin' hot shit
(Oh, ayy, , hahaha)
Hot shit, they all like it when I drop shit
You pop shit, I'm like
"Why the fuck you talkin'?" ()
I walk in, everybody they be rockin' ayy!

So now they finally like the flow
These people 'round me used to doubt me
Now they know you peepin' out my wrist
I know you feelin' cold (Oh shit)
Steady makin' hit's, I'm comin' for the gold

Ayy, that was good, "You
Peepin' out my wrist
I know you feelin' cold"
Yeah, 'cause you're also salty
'cause you ain't got this shit you know?
Ayy, yeah, heh

Peepin out my wrist
I know you're feelin' cold
Uh, fuckin' on that bitch
I know I'm feelin' bold
Uh, yeah, I make a hit
Just look how much I sold
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can just not be controlled

Ayy, so what the fuck you heard?
When these haters see me, they
Just duck and swerve, yaw!
(Aha, aha, aha, aha)
I was kicked to the fuckin' curb
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha haha, aha)
Now they always gotta ask me
"What's the word?"

Ayy! Ayy, yeah, ha, hey
Yaw! (Hahaha, hahaha haha)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha haha- ha! Ahaha)
I mean, you're not gonna say the, "Yaw!"
Swerve, yaw! (Ha, ha, hahahahaha)