15 Styles of Rapping! [2019]

[Part I: DaBaby, Crypt, & Comethazine]

[Intro 1: Quadeca (as DaBaby)]
(SC)
Yeah,  yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as DaBaby)]
Now  I'm on the list, ain't no listenin'
Y'all on my dick made me sick, y'all so sickening (Huh?)
Now I carry a stick and I stick it in
She  tryna ask for a pic like she pickin' him (She pickin' him)
I  got all of the benjamins, wat'h for your bitch (Hah)
I'm the one that she follow and messagin' (Yeah)
I  don't know if she sick, but she swallow my kids
Make it look like she swallowing medicine (No cap)
Yeah, yeah, huh?
I'm going pyscho (Yeah)
I  might give that bitch fifteen minutes or more
I'll insure it, like Geico (Hah)
You best watch your mouth when you talk to me
Make a mistake, ain't no typo (No cap)
The bitch end up fuckin' wit' me, she got suction on me
Ain't no lypo ([?], hah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quadeca (as Crypt)]
They don't like the way I rap, take it back
I'm just tryna make these tracks, make 'em last
Got a lot ahead of me, I hate the past
Gotta be a massage for me, but it breaks your back
Basically breaking the bacon, I'm makin' 'em mad, mistakin' 'em
People patiently payin' him, hoping that he has to hang wit' him
The M.V.P., the jealousy
I hit 'em wit' it heavily, it's shakin' 'em ([?])
'Cause I got my pick of the litter, bitch, I'm really the winner
Vomit, 'cause I'm sick of the bitterness and Twitter kids, I don't give a shit
Rejectin' my message before they even consider it
Ridiculous, how they triggered by my words? They illiterate
They don't want me to win because I am different
I'm really to the top, they wanna stop, but they some ignorant idiots
So the minute it finishes, I'ma kill 'em with discipline
Got off on the wrong note, like a dissonant instrument
Uh, yeah

[Verse 3: Quadeca (as Comethazine)]
Back on my motherfuckin' new shit
I got a bag, 20K, that shit exclusive
I put Goyard on my waist, that shit expensive
I gone so far, résumé, that shit extensive ([?])

[Part II: NLE Choppa]

[Intro 2: Quadeca (as NLE Choppa)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Verse 4: Quadeca (as NLE Choppa)]
Bitch, I'm the beast, pop just like grease (Huh?)
They try to bite me, I knock out they teeth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sick with this shit, think I got a disease (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, that bitch do not pray, but she all on her knees (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! (Huh? Huh?)
That lil' bitch wanna give me some top now (What?)
I let it pop out (What?), I had to pop off (Huh?)
Jumpin' on top of your block like some hopscotch (Huh?)
I hit the three, don't need no shot clock (Nah)
Knock, knock, knock, lil' bitch you a knock off (Yeah)
Everybody, they playin' with me
And they all on the bottom, 'cause now I been on top

[Part III: Lil Tecca]

[Verse 5: Quadeca (as Lil Tecca)]
I got all the cash, I got all the bands now
She shakin' her ass, I feel like the man now
Bitch, don't even ask, you can't get no handouts
Get no handouts, you know I stand out
I feel- I feel like she want it, I'm really ballin' (KJ Productions)
I'ma shoot you if you talkin', it's gonna cost it
I feel- I feel like the man now
Hit you, you the man down, you the man down

[Part IV: Tom MacDonald]

[Verse 6: Quadeca (as Tom MacDonald)]
I'm white and I'm sad, and I'm sad that I'm white
And they'd love me if I was just black like the night
Why can't I be white without having to fight
For my beautiful eyes that are blue and so bright?
They're offended and triggered, it makes me so mad
I didn't have slaves, I am not like my dad
So why have these people been treating me bad?
I'll say I'm just trolling, thank you for the bag
I'm white!
And they say that's not alright, yeah!
It makes me wanna fight!

[Part V: 6ix9ine (2019)]

[Verse 7]
*Cricket chirps*

[Part VI: Classic Chance the Rapper]

[Intro 3: Quadeca (as Chance)]
Ah!
GC on the track, boy!

[Verse 8: Quadeca (as Chance the Rapper)]
Life is like some tennis, the ballin's been makin' a racket
Like Kardashian with the actin', the fakin' and plastic
It's basically magic, I prayed with all the days I imagined
Seein' myself up on the screen, ain't had no cable, just static
Wet dreams of maple bacon and mansions
Racist faces with panic, bigger than glaciers, Titanic
I'm playing Madden with Anderson Cooper, my beef Kobe like the Los Angeles hooper
You cannot cancel this, I handle maneuver (GC on the track, boy!)
For example, I grew this money tree with ample manure
I'm just a mammal with some bite, yeah, my enamel cuts through the
Bullshit they threw, so, in Canada, that's true, though
I sampled everything in my Costco, then I ran, Naruto-style
Sometimes I feel like a planet, and sometimes not, like I'm Pluto
I bring the fam together, then I fuck it up, like a game of UNO!
That's just part of my philosophy, I'm like word to Russot
I'm certain you know, got a perfect new flow, who knows? (GC on the track, boy!)
Ah!

[Part VII: 2019 Chance the Rapper]

[Verse 9: Quadeca (as Chance the Rapper)]
Too much water in my lemonade drink
Do it for my daughter, I be dressed in all-pink
Battleship, Battleship, you know they all sink (Seriously, what the hell are you doing?)
I'ma do me! I don't care what y'all think
I got blue feet, I'm like in Monsters Inc.​
Glass, glass, glass, glass, glass, they all clink
That's, that's, that's the wah the rah the ball bin- hahaha
Sh-

[Part VIII: Lil Nas X]

[Intro 4: Quadeca (as Lil Nas X)]
Yeah, uh-huh
Underwood Beats

[Verse 10: Quadeca (as Lil Nas X)]
I'm up on my tractor (Tractor), I wanna go faster (Faster)
All around the pasture, "Howdy" to the passerby's
Life gets rowdy, then it passes by
Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Yeah!)
Yeah, I wanna go faster
All around the pasture, "Howdy" to the passerby's
Huh, life gets rowdy, then it passes by
Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Bitch!)
I was like, "Howdy", it skidaddled by
Too many snakes in the grass and they all gonna rattle by
Huh, yeah, life ain't no roses and daisies, this shit ain't no apple pie
Hold up, huh, yeah, this ain't no apple pie!
Bitch! Haha...

[Part IX: Rick Ross (as Rick Ross)]

[Verse 11: Quadeca (as Rick Ross)]
Around so many new faces to match the blue faces
I get what I want, don't ever do favors
These days, life's a trip, I got some new laces
Swimmin' in women, bitches who actin' too gracious
Say, "Gracias", these exotic sauces and sorbet (Huh)
Got this bitch from Brazil, she telling me, "Olay" (Uh-huh)
All day, in Costa Rica with the roleplay (Yeah)
So many thorns, on the journey to the Rosay (Othello on the beat, uh)

[Part X: Pi'erre Bourne]

[Intro 5: Quadeca (as Pi'erre Bourne)]
Oh yeah, huh

[Verse 12: Quadeca (as Pi'erre Bourne)]
All this time I'm just findin' in my head
Some days, I'm the motherfuckin' man (What?)
One way, bitch, I turned it and I ran
Runway, I just touched down in Japan
Yeah, I ball, someone tell a friend
Hit the mall, do that shit again
Callin'? I'ma send it straight to mail
Stylin', got that drip just like a snail, yeah

[Part XI: Dax]

[Intro 6: Quadeca (as Dax)]
(It's Dax!)

[Verse 13: Quadeca (as Dax)]
Sometimes, I wonder why life is so hard and it's slappin' you right in the face (Damn)
I came from cleanin' up toilets and workin' for hours and still wasn't in the right place (Phew)
I was alone and so lost and just trapped with my thoughts, tryna make it- I ain't had no manager! (No!)
I was a janitor, I took my dreams and the world and I shot myself through the diameter! (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!)
I was destined to be (Yeah!) at the top and the best in the league (Yeah!)
I remember them messin' with me (No!), but I'm winnin' it regularly (Yeah!)

[Part XII: YBN Cordae]

[Verse 14: Quadeca (as YBN Cordae)]
I bought a Louis V belt, staying true to myself
All this jewelry foolin' me, I stupidly fell for it
I fell for it face-first, friends change in the worst days
But maybe they never had any love for me in the first place
That's wack, the fact of the matter is, what matters is facts
My soul turned colder than the platinum that I have on my plaques
And now my momma never call because she think that I'm busy
But I really just been waiting for the moment she'll hit me, yeah

[Part XIII: Ignorant Quadeca]

[Verse 15: Quadeca]
Hol' up, it's time to pledge your allegiance, bitch (Huh, huh?)
Somebody call Mike Pence and tell him I killed shit since I was a fetus, bitch (Woo!)
I was a dangerous baby, up-up in the manger, I did shit like Jesus, bitch (Ow!)
They be too loud with the shit-talkin', soon as I respond it's, "Ha! I plead the fifth!" (Uh-huh-huh-huh! Wait, bitch!)
I think I hear something wack (Wack!)
Oh, that's just your new fuckin' track (Oh shit!)
Uh-huh, she asked when I'm comin' back (Wait, what?)
Scream my own name when we fuck, I'm like, "Bitch, it's Dax!" What?
Hold up! I said, "Bitch, it's Dax!"
You talk nonsense, I said, "Bitch, it's facts!"

[Outro: Quadeca]
Uh-huh! (Oh shit! Oh!)