16 Styles of Rapping! [2018] lyrics

[Part I: New Lil Yatchy & Smokepurpp]

[Intro 1: Quadeca (as New Lil Yatchy)]
Lil Boat

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as New Lil Yachty)]
I hop up, I walk up, I pop up (Yeah)
These b*tches, they hatin', they not gonna stop us
I got the MAC, let it sing, like some opera
I'm ill, need a doctor, I'm hot, like some lava (Yeah)
This b*tch wanted Prada, I'm givin' her nada
She know that I'm gone and shoutout Ariana (Boom!)
You haters no problem, I came from the bottom
You fallin' off, like you the leaves when it's autumn (Lil Boat!)

[Verse 2: Quadeca (as Smokepurpp)]
Six grams (Ayy)
I got the shooters and I got the robbers (Hahaha)
I'ma pull up, I ain't got no accomplice (No)
I got the bands and I get them regardless, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hahaha)
I got ten-grand in my wallet, uh
I might go make a deposit, uh (Yeah)
Drawin' the line, but you crossed it, uh (Uh-huh, Styles)
Push you around, like a mosh pit, uh (Ayy)

[Part II: Cardi B]
[Verse 3: Quadeca]
I got million-dollar checks, all you hoes, I'm not impressed
I just went and f*cked your man, he like, "Cardi is up next"
All my clothes are Fashion Nova, all you hoes are on the sofa
Got the iced-out Motorola from Japan to Barcelona
I put the pus*y on top of his head, I put the-

[Interlude 1: Quadeca]
-Alright, what am I- what am I doing?
I put the pus*y- on top of his head...
What am-What am I doing with my life?

[Part III: KYLE]

[Intro 2: Quadeca]
Haha, yeah, haha

[Verse 4: Quadeca]
I'm too lit, like a damn candle
You wearin' socks with your damn sandals
I'm movin' on the money that you can't handle
But I'm still eatin' soup out the canned Campbell's
Hahaha! I'm too goofy, yeah
Takin' all my shots like a movie, yeah
Call me, but I'm on duty, huh
Now, they act like they all knew me, truly
Runnin' in the stars like it's "Mario Kart"
I'm in love with the music, so we hardly apart
Swear it's only the beginning, guess I'm startin' to start
I'm passionate about it, put my heart in my art, yeah
[Part IV: Mac Miller (Version 1)]

[Intro 3: Quadeca]
Oh, woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah

[Verse 5: Quadeca]
Yeah
Roll a spliff, take a open hit in the promenade
Mixin' all the ice with my cream and callin' it Häagen-Dazs (Yeah, hahaha)
Often called a phenomenon, all my songs going on and on (Yeah)
They marvel at me like I'm Spiderman at the Comic-Con (Hahaha, true)
I told God that I got some other commitments now
They sayin', "Damn, he's gotten a little different, now" (Uh)
I'm the boy they wanna be around
But the neighbors still be tellin' me to keep it down, yeah

[Part V: Mac Miller (Version 2)]

[Verse 6: Quadeca]
Gettin' visions of the old-me (Old me)
Sittin' in the park with some b*tches and all my homies (Yeah, ha)
Yeah, that's before I was so lonely (Uh)
Back before they could know me, I felt like the one and only
Next up and I'm blessed up (Huh), so sick, need a check-up (Yeah)
Eating good so I'm fed up, we smokin' trees and got red cups
Guess what? I really thought that I had made it
Smokin' and gettin' faded while I go and watch "The Matrix"
Yeah
[Part VI: Mac Miller (Version 3)]

[Verse 7: Mac Miller (v.3)]
Feel like we been so apart, yeah
You left me with a broken heart, yeah
sh*t feels like a movie
I just really hope you know your part, huh (Yeah)
I thought that I was over that b*tch
But she lookin' in my eyes like she know what it is, yeah
She be blowin' a kiss
I'm like, "I don't really know where you're goin' with this", yeah

[Part VII: $uicideboy$]

[Verse 8: Quadeca]
They don't know where I'm gonna go when I'm in the zone
Cutthroat when I cut the rope, runnin' down your nose, I know
Takin' the shot on my own
And I hope that the Devil don't follow me home, uh
I got the horns on my forehead
Hit 'em in the lip, talk sh*t, leave 'em more dead
Pullin' up to Hell in a bright red Corvette
Bullet go straight through the brain so you forget

[Part VIII: Tyga]

[Intro 4]
Gang got that fire

[Verse 9: Quadeca]
In the club, throwing ones
Had to stack it up, 'cause you know we gettin' funds
Uh, whole city going dumb
Throw that ass back, make it clap, like a drum (Clap, clap, clap)
Huh, make it clap real quick (Uh)
I been makin' all this cash, watch it stack real quick (Stack it)
Now they see me in the back, let me smash real quick (Ooh)
Way she walk up from the back with that ass real thick, ha!

[Interlude 2]
Alright- that's
Tyga, you're horrible, bro, haha-

[Part IX: Mike Sherm (New Bay Area)]

[Verse 10: Quadeca]
How you gonna hate wearin' Levi's?
f*ckin' on that b*tch, I go forward then I rewind
You swipe your card, it's like "Declined"
Too many numbers in my bank, it's hard to read mine (Uh)
Bad lil' b*tch on my di*k, though
If that ain't your b*tch, then where the f*ck your b*tch go?
I come stompin' in your hood, you better tiptoe
When the bros link, it's a clique and you get Rick-rolled
Stay away from the L's, we ain't gettin' those
If you mad, that's too bad, you ain't gettin' hoes
We come shootin' in your spot, this a episode
We gon' see you from a distance, no telescope

[Part X: Old Lil Yachty]

[Intro 5: Quadeca]
Oh
Ayy, Sono got that vibe, boy

[Verse 11: Quadeca]
The more you wanna hate
The more the money comes quicker
How we at the top? I made it pop
Yeah, I made it bigger
Aah
b*tch, that is a goal, ballin' like a pro
Yeah, like a pro

[Part XI: Lil Peep]

[Verse 12: Quadeca]
I didn't wanna tell you how I feel
Too numb, but the drugs make sh*t too real
I don't really wanna leave you in the dark
Close my eyes, now I don't know where you are
This sh*t's not gettin' clearer
I'm someone else
I just looked into the bathroom mirror
Don't see myself

[Part XII: J Cole]

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Oh!
I've been waitin' for my whole life
If you been hatin', you might think twice
I'm on my new sh*t, I'm on my grind
I got the blueprint, it's by my side

[Verse 13: Quadeca]
(Yeah) It's by my side, are you down to ride?
I done seen a lot of bullsh*t comin' down the line
I might treat you like a throw in; you've been out of line
But you know I gotta go in 'fore I'm out of time
I got the thoughts and I'm lost in my head, sometimes, I think that I'm already dead
Livin' in Hell, I see them wishin' me well, hope it ain't got to my head
Hope it ain't stop, if I got it on lock, if I pop, then they all gonna want me instead
But I heard shots on my block when I walk in the spot, got me thinkin' they wantin' me dead
Oh

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Oh!
I've been waitin' for my whole life
If you been hatin', you might think twice
I'm on my new sh*t, I'm on my grind
I got the blueprint, it's by my side

[Part XIII: Blocboy JB]

[Intro 6: Quadeca]
Word

[Verse 14: Quadeca]
I've been on my brand new whip sh*t, uh (Yeah)
Droppin' all hits; I don't miss sh*t, uh (Ayy)
Had to run it up, call that 'fitness' (Ooh, ooh)
If you diss me, b*tch, you gon' get dismissed

[Part XIV: Diss Track Eminem [2018]]

[Intro 7: Quadeca]
[?] the producer

[Verse 15: Quadeca]
Yeah, I heard you, but I birthed you
So I'll treat it like we talkin' some father/son
sh*t, they say Kelly got the machine gun
But I really think those shots are from a water gun
You look like an anorexic criminal who's on the run
With a lot of rum, dissed me? Must've gotten drunk
Must be on some, 'cause my record is the top one
And you ain't got one- oh, and I'm not done
Think I shelved you? Let me tell you:
You don't even have an audience to sell to
I take your highest-sellin' debut
And multiply that sh*t by twenty-two when I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
Everything that you have, I have more than you
Except all your sh*tty tattoos
And all the STDs from the whores you do, huh
Skinnier than SpongeBob, but you not ready
Tried to p*ss on me, that's who you are, Kelly
Get it? R. Kelly; I'm p*ssed off
More p*ssed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's no barbecue sauce at the Wing Stop!

[Part XV: Quadeca [2018]]

[Verse 16: Quadeca]
Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, uh
I put that on whoever doubt me, uh
I'm goin' manic, she calling me 'Fousey'
But nothin' delusional 'bout me (Facts!)
Sometimes, I talk 'bout my music
They tell me that I need to cool it around me (For real)
But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers
Like, why you refusin' to count me? (H-oh sh*t!)
I'm like, one, two three, four, five
She never wanted to pick up on my line
I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein
Tryna put to—