LATE NIGHT FREESTYLE

[Intro]

Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat!

(Oh man, okay, alright, um-)

[Verse 1: Saint G]

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

[Interlude 1: Quadeca & Saint G]

Ayy

Yeah, they think its fuckin' flames

Uh, yeah, ooh (One time)

Yeah, ooh (RaeSam on the beat!)

[Verse 2: Quadeca & Saint G]

They think its 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

[Chorus: Quadeca & Saint G, Both]

Ayy, so what the fuck you heard?

When these haters see me, they just duck and swerve, yeah (Hey, yeah, huh, ayy)

I was kicked to the fuckin' curb

Now they always gotta ask me "What's the word?" (Ayy, yeah, ha, hey!)

[Verse 3: Quadeca & Saint G]

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!

[Verse 4: Saint G & Quadeca]

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

Steady makin' hits, I'm comin' for the gold (Oh shit!)

[Interlude 2: Quadeca, Saint G]

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)

[Verse 5: Quadeca]

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, sh—

[Chorus: Quadeca & Saint G, Both]

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 (—Hahahahahahahaha, aha!)

Now they always gotta ask me, "What's the word?"

[Outro: Saint G & Quadeca, Both]

Ayy, ayy, yeah, ha, hey

Yaw! (Hahaha, hahaha... haha—)

(—Hahahahahahahaha- ha! Ahaha—)

—I mean, you're not gonna say the, "Yaw!"

Swerve, yaw! (Ha, ha, hahahahaha...)