Thank You Next lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Tony Montana & Sad Frosty]
(Hey, f*ck you, man)
(Who put this thing together?)
(Me, that's who) Quadeca and Frosty, like, what?
b*tch
(Lj done made a new one)

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
None of my sh*t f*ckin' match
I'm still the best dressed (Huh?)
"Who just f*cked my b*tch?"
Take your best guess (Hahaha)
Huh, b*tch, I wake up fresh
I do not get dressed (No)
My b*tch is evangelical Christian, she like, "Heck yes" (Amen)
Huh, okay, huh
Sayin', "No way," like you Jose, huh (No)
I been killin' sh*t 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, b*tch, type "Q" into motherf*cking Google
And I really be the first thing that be showin' up, uh (Uh)
[Chorus: Quadeca & Sad Frosty]
I been like, "Thank you, next"
I hit that b*tch with a "Thank you" text
Who been on that sh*t? 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?)

[Verse 2: Sad Frosty & Quadeca]
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 sh*t (b*tch)
Hunnid bands, got it all in my hip
I f*ck on that b*tch, in the back of the whip (Ayy, thot)
Yeah, ayy
Oprah all on my di*k, 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)
[Verse 3: Quadeca]
Count the advances, f*ck an AK, I shoot cannons
Your grandma just bought my tape for her grandkids
Always thinkin', "What would Jesus do?"
And I just f*cked a b*tch 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 sh*t, 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 hits, like I'm playin' in little league
So f*ck an industry plant, I'll plant myself in the industry
In my own shoes, I ain't givin' no sympathy

[Part II]

[Bridge: Quadeca]
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)
[Outro: Quadeca]
None of my sh*t f*ckin' match, I'm still the best dre-e-e-essed
Huh? Take your best gue-e-e-e-e-ess
Hehehe, yeah