Quadeca - 15 styles of rapping!

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now  I'm on the list, ain't no listenin'
Y'all  on my dick made me sick, y'all so sickening (Hah)
Now I carry a stick and I stick it in
She tryna ask for a pic like she pickin' him (She pickin')
I  got all of the benjamins
Watch  for your bitch, I'm the one that she follow and messagin' (Hah, yeah)
I don't know if she sick, but she swallow my kids, make it look like she swallowing medicine (No cap)
Yeah,  yeah, hah
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 with me, ain't no lypo (Hah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: 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 MVP, 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: 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

[Verse 4: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm the beast
Pop just like grease (Huh?)
They try to bite me, I knock out they teeth (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?)
Jumping 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
Everybody, they playin' with me
And they all on the bottom, 'cause now I been on top

[Verse 5: 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'
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

[Verse 6: 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!

[Verse 7: 6ix9ine (2019)]
*Cricket chirps*

[Verse 8: Classic Chance the Rapper]
Ah
Life is like some tennis, the ballings been makin' a racket
Like Kardashian with the acting, the faking 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
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? (Ah)

[Verse 9: 2019 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
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 *mumbling* (Hahahaha)

[Verse 10: Lil Nas X]
Yeah, uh-huh
Underwood Beats
I'm up on my tractor
I wanna go 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!

[Verse 11: 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
Got this bitch from Brazil she telling me, "Olay"
All day, in Costa Rica with the roleplay
So many thorns, on the journey to the rosé

[Verse 12: Pi'erre Bourne]
Oh yeah, huh
All this time I'm just findin' in my head
Some days, I'm the (What?) motherfuckin' man
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 their state to mail
Stylin', got that drip just like a snail, yeah

[Verse 13: Dax]
(It's 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 (No, no!)
And I shot myself through the diameter! (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 winning it regularly (Yeah!)

[Verse 14: YBN Cordae]
I bought a- Louis V belt, staying true to myself
All this- jewelry fooling 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

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