Quadeca, Sad Frosty - Thank You Next lyrics

(Hey, fuck you, man)
(Who put this thing together?)
(Me, that's who) Quadeca and Frosty, like
What? Bitch
(Lj done made a new one)

None of my shit fuckin' match
I'm still the best dressed (Huh?)
"Who just fucked my bitch?"
Take your best guess (Ha ha ha)
Huh, bitch, I wake up fresh
I do not get dressed (No)
My bitch is evangelical Christian, she like
"Heck yes" (Amen)
Huh, okay, huh
Sayin', "No way, " like you Jose, huh (No)
I been killin' shit like O j, huh
Cancellin' school when I go iced-out
It's a snow day, huh
(Huh, woo) okay, huh, we goin' up (Pew, pew)
When they see the check I'm gettin'
They be throwin' up huh, bitch
Type "Q" into motherfucking Google
And I really be the first
Thing that be showin' up, uh
(Uh)

I been like, "Thank you, next"
I hit that bitch with a "Thank you" text
Who been on that shit? Better take your guess
When I'm out in Palo Alto
Like the Grateful Dead, huh
(Huh? Ha)
Call me Kodak, I'm a suburban dude (I am)
They call you- huh? They call you- what?
(Quadeca and Frosty like, what?)
We never heard of you, huh, nope, huh
(Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

I tell her, "Thank you, next"
Callin' Quadeca, shoot baby TEC's
(Thot, graah)
Ride with the chopper, I hit with the blade
(Ayy)
All of my shows look like a parade, what?
Huh? yeah
Why they goofy? They be talkin' that shit
(Bitch) hunnid bands, got it all in my hip
I fuck on that bitch, in the back of the whip
(Ayy, thot) yeah, ayy
Oprah all on my dick, but you knew that
(Thot) feel like Sheck Wes, like
"How that boy do that?"
Twenty racks in the strip club
I just threw that, huh?
(Swish) what?
Hit for twenty in Japan
Shorty, she knew I'm the man
Run in the guap, and I cop the advanced
(Thot) yeah (yeah, huh)

Count the advances, fuck an AK
I shoot cannons your grandma just bought my
Tape for her grandkids
Always thinkin', "What would Jesus do?"
And I just fucked a bitch in my sandals
Your favorite rapper got cancelled
I just spent three-thousand dollars to
Clear up a sample, just an example
One hundred mill' on my channel
They all like, "That is substantial
" too much to handle, huh
When I talk shit, it's a scandal, huh
I do not rap, I just ramble
(Huh? Huh? Hahaha)
Roll on your block, like some Campbell's
(Chef Boyardee)
They all say that I am a handful (Huh?)
Everybody belittle me but I get hit's
Like I'm playin' 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

I been on the regular, yeah (Regular)
Tryna get ahead of ya, yeah ('Head of ya)
I don't want to let you know (Let you know)
I don't want to let you go (Let you go)
I just want to be for you (Be for you)
I'll do everything I think you need me to
(Need me to, oh)
I don't wanna let you go (Go)
Let you go, go (Go)
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, yeah