17 Styles of Rapping!

[Part I: New Playboi Carti [2018]]

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Playboi Carti [2018])]

Got my Gucci sneakers, uh (Eee)

Got, my whip, might [?], uh

I might [?] my [?], uh (Woo)

Hop in that boat with the shit, uh (What? What? What?)

Hop at that bih wit' the [?], uh ([?], pew-pew, what [?])

[?] notice me (What? [?])

She from overseas, uh, yeah (Woah, woah, hello?)

Uh, fuckin' on your thot (What? What? What?)

I got all the shit (Fuckin'-Fuckin' on your thot, thot, thot!)

Money on my neck (Bit', bit'! What? What? What?)

It's a [?] (What? What? What? What?)

My stummy hurt (What? What? What? What?)

My stummy hurt, my stummy hurt (What? Uh, yeah)

[Part II: KILLY]

[Verse 2: Quadeca (as KILLY)]

KILLY really made it out the basement, uh

Pull up to the party in my A6

Your chain is so small, look like a bracelet, uh

All these zeros, like I'm coming out "The Matrix"

KILLY really made it out the basement, uh

Wonderin' why everybody hatin'

When I pull up to Toronto, they go ape-shit, uh

Foreign lookin' like a fuckin' spaceship

[Part III: Tee Grizzley]

[Intro]

No Way Jose

[Verse 3: Quadeca (as Tee Grizzley)]

Too many years down in the trenches, I got used to that (Used to that)

Now they see me winnin', they like "How the fuck he doin' that?" ("How he doin' that?")

I'm new to that, everybody claimin' that they used to rap

I'ma shoot my shot and throw it up and then she threw it back (Uh-huh)

That was like the middle of the damn night (Ayy, man)

Everybody buggin', can't get off me like some headlights (No)

Made it out the dark and I ain't had to use no headlights (Never)

Bitch, I had to go, I'm runnin' every single red light (Uh-huh)

Yeah

[Part IV: Sheck Wes]

[Intro 2: Quadeca (as Sheck Wes)]

Mudboy

[Verse 4: Quadeca (as Sheck Wes)]

I'm the main man (Sheck Wes), you a side-guy (You a side-guy)

Bitches say that I'm a snack, like it's Five-Guys (Like it's Five-Five Guys)

Sent a signal to my shooters, no Wi-Fi (Wi- no, Wi-Fi)

Ain't the captain, but these bitches sayin' "Aye-aye" (Aye-aye, aye-aye)

Sayin' I-I ain't a nice guy, uh (Aye, aye, bitch, bitch! [?])

I'm a cat, bitch, you know I got nine lives (Bitch, I- bitch, I got it)

Sheck-Sheck Wes don't follow no guidelines (Ho, I got-I got- ho)

Big bitch, stop wastin' all of my time (Bitch! Stop wastin' all of—)

Sayin' I-I-I ain't a really, really nice guy (—My, time, ho, bitch)

Fucked that bitch, I said my name was "Billy" like a white guy (Like a white guy)

Young Sheck Wes on that cover of the High-Tide (Bitch, bitch)

If you see me on the fuckin' highway, then you might die

Mudboy

[Part V: JID & YBN Cordae [2018]]

[Verse 5: Quadeca (as JID)]

I'm a paratrooper, parachute is there to shoot ya

You invisible, I'm staring through ya

Like a barracuda when I'm talkin' to ya

You like "Hallelujah", I'ma follow through, but

I won't follow you, now, this my callin' to

High collar'd you, now what the dollars do now

But my dollars blue now

Had to take a minute just to process through all the costs of blue, now

I'ma figure rap, picture out, take the picture now

Simmer down, I'ma sit 'em down, never live it down

I'ma live it up, get it now, we can beef like In-N-Out

Speaking on my name in vain, you a sinner now, uh

Everything paranormal

I been very different, you are very normal

I'ma god to all these rappers and they fellow mortals

'Cause I'm all about my business, I am very formal

[Verse 6: Quadeca (as YBN Cordae [2018])]

I make hits then I kill shit, I'm a hitman

Mom says that I made it big, I'm the big man

I spin any rapper around, you actin' like clowns

I'm really out here serving these bitches like I'm the milkman

You ain't even eatin', someone go get him a meal plan

Looking like a five-year-old sayin' he's a real man

All your followers are fake, get some real fans

I think that I'm great 'cause that's just how I feel, man

Uh, that wasn't part of the plan

I made a chart, then I charted again

Started again

I cannot tell her I love her 'cause, bitch, this ain't Barney & Friends

I'm steady eatin', they starvin' again

You think you're hot 'cause you borrowed a Benz

Who is the dopest? It hardly depends

You're my son, but no, I'm still the star in end

[Part VI: Post Malone & Juice WRLD/Roy Woods [2018]]

[Intro 3]

Evi

[Verse 7: Quadeca (as Post Malone)]

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I fell with your cigarette smoke

Told her "Take my heart", and you never let go

Told her "Take my heart", and you never get cold

I thought I learned my lesson

Never fall in love with your best friend, yeah

I thought I learned my lesson

Never fall in love with your best friend, yeah (Evi)

[Verse 8: Quadeca (as Juice WRLD/Roy Woods [2018])]

Ooh, that was known

I should'a known, I should'a known

If you want to know

I should'a known, should'a never left me

[Part VII: G Herbo]

[Intro 4]

Young Kairo

[Verse 9: G Herbo]

I'm back in the street, turn my back to the street

While I'm packin' the heat, say I can't rap on the beat

But I'm laughin' so passionately

I sit back in my seat

I was just stackin' my checks and I'm packin' a punch

While you packin' your lunch and then some

[?] but I turn you to dust like I'm Socrates

Back wit' a ray-gun

Now they see me, I'm back with my bread ones

I get that money like they never seen it, rappin', I'm genius

They say "G Herbo, he actin' the meanest"

Bitch, I'm a skater like Avril Lavigne is

[?], stripes like Adidas

I been so high, you can see me on Venus

Never believe this, never could meet us

Now they see me while I sell out arenas

[Part VIII: Gunna, Young Thug & Takeoff]

[Intro 5: Quadeca (as Gunna)]

Yeah

[Verse 10: Quadeca (as Gunna)]

I been on the road, I been on the way

I might pull up, hit a lick, if you in my way

I had to put that bit' right in her place

I'm goin' hard, please get out of my way

I came from a place, you can't make no mistakes

Now my diamonds got more drip than a lake

This ain't [?] you've [?] too [?]

You come around hatin', I'm sorry, too late

I been making hits, okay, huh

I been on my shit, okay, uh

Diamonds on my wrist, okay, huh

I been makin' hits on hits, okay

All this Off-White on my fit

Made that drip in a day

Met that bitch in L.A.​

Fuck that bit' on the same day ([?])

[Verse 11: Quadeca (as Young Thug)]

Yeah, I just flirt wit' that bitch (Yeah)

I'ma fuck on that bit' with no [?] in that bitch (Slatt)

What are you doin'? (Sheesh! Sheesh!)

I fuck that bit', went raw in ([?])

Yeah! I got that dough, like a bakery

Don't wanna meet me because I could make it

I got a Rollie, don't call me no [?]

Diamonds all on me, I [?]

[Verse 12: Quadeca (as Takeoff)]

[?]

I'ma scam [?] in the cabana like a narco (Pablo!)

I just get it, I spend it, breakin' no barcode (No!)

I beat the pussy up like I'm Naruto (Beat it!)

Yeah, I travel, I pick a paddle like [?], uh

[Part IX: Blueface]

[Verse 13: Quadeca]

Damn! I'm really tryna get my paper

I'm tryna fuck, if she ain't tryna fuck, then I'ma save her for later

I'm tryna go up, I'm tryna get up, just like a elevator

If you don't want to talk to me, sorry, I'll see you later (See you later)

Huh, yeah, I'm finna get it (Finna get it)

[Part X: Kid Buu]

[Interlude: Quadeca]

So I was lookin' into it, and, uh

Kid Buu really has like no musical style, at all

So I'm just gonna use this as an oppurtunity

To make a joke about the fact that he says that he's a clone

Um, okay

[Part XI: Old A$AP Rocky]

[Verse 14: Quadeca]

Nice to meet ya

These Off-Whites, no Nike sneakers

Hundred-thousands, that's the price to feature

Never gave a F, like my nicest teacher

Poured up, out in California

My newest jacket cost a Mona Lisa

Louis V on my jewelry

This ain't new to me, I might swipe the Visa

[Part XII: Immortal Technique]

[Verse 15: Quadeca]

Corruption ingrained in the country

Had to take a leap of faith, there is no God up above me

But there are children below, dyin' colder than steel

The third-world, not concerned for how the first-world feels

All of these politicians, droppin' bombs, despite the moms and the kids

Who never grew old, never got to be children

Left forgotten in the particles, remain in the ashes

I never heard the Devil cry, I feel the pain when he's laughin'

And as we're gaspin' for our breath, saying "Bye" to the oxygen

Oxycontin and Tamoxifen disruptin' your collagen

Fuck your Cosmopolitan, you been trapped in a bubble

Ignorant to all your brothers still trapped in the rubble

[Part XIII: Quadeca]

[Verse 17: Quadeca]

I'm like one, two, three, four, five

She never wanted to pick up on my line (Huh?)

I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein

Tryna put together the pieces in my mind (Yeah)

Too many hours on internet, fakin' my intellect in my bed

Makin' a universe with my time, huh

I'm livin' life auto-pilot

'Cause I'm so fly and I'm not even tryin' (Huh?)

Ain't no—