Quadeca - 16 styles of rapping

[Verse 1: New Lil Yachty ]
Lil Boat
I hop up, I walk up, I pop up
These bitches, they hating, they not gonna stop us
I got the [?] let it sing like some opera
I'm ill, need a doctor
I'm hot like some lava
This bitch wanted Prada, I'm giving her nada
She know that I'm gone like shout out Ariana
You haters no problem, I came from the bottom
You falling off like you the leaves when it's Autumn

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Six grams, I got the shooters and I got the robbers
I'ma pull up, I ain't got no accomplice
I got the bands and I get them regardless
I got 10 grand in my wallet
I might go make a deposit
Drawing the line but you cross it
Push you around like a mosh pit

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
I got Million Dollar checks
All you hoes, I'm not impressed
I just went and fucked your man, he like "Cardi is up next"
All my clothes are fashionable
All you hoes are on the sofa
Got the iced out Motorola from Japan to Barcelona
I put the pussy on top of his head...

[Verse 4: Kyle]
Haha, yeah, haha
I'm too lit like a damn candle
You were wearing socks with your damn sandals
Yeah, I'm moving on the money that you can't handle
But I'm still eating soup out the canned Campbell's
I'm too goofy, yeah
Taking all my shots like a movie, yeah
Call me but I'm on duty
Now, they act like they all knew me, truly
Running in the stars like it's Mario Kart
I'm in love with the music, so we hardly apart
Sure, it's only the beginning, guess I'm starting to start
I'm passionate about it, put my heart in my art, yeah

[Verse 5: Mac Miller (v.1)]
Yeah, roll a spliff, take a open hit at the promenade
Mixing all the ice with my cream and calling it Häagen-Dazs
Often called a phenomenon
All my songs going on and on
They marvel at me like I'm Spiderman at the Comic-Con
I told god that I got some other commitments now
They saying "Damn, he's gotten a little different, now"
I'm the boy they wanna be around
But, the neighbors still be telling me to keep it down, yeah

[Verse 6: Mac Miller (v.2)]
Getting visions of the old me
Sitting in the park with some bitches and all my homies
That's before I was so lonely
Back before they could know me, I felt like the one and only
Next up and I'm blessed up
So sick, need a check-up
Eating good so I'm fed up
We smoking trees and got red cups
Guess what? I really thought that I had made it
Smoking and getting faded while I go and watch the matrix

[Verse 7: Mac Miller (v.3)]
Feel like we been so apart
Yeah, you left me with a broken heart
Yeah, shit feels like a movie, I just really hope you know your part
I thought that I was over that bitch
But, she looking in my eyes like she know what it is, yeah
She be blowing a kiss
I'm like, I don't really know where you're going with this, yeah

[Verse 8: $uicideBoy$]
They don't know where I'm gonna go when I'm in the zone
Cut throat when I cut the rope
Running down your nose, I know
Taking the shot on my own and I hope that the devil don't follow me home
I got the horns on my forehead
Hit em in the lip talk shit, leaving more dead
Pulling up to hell in a bright red corvette
Bullet go straight through the brain so you forget

[Verse 9: Tyga]
Gang got that fire
In the club throwing 1s
Had to stack it up cause you know we getting funds
Whole city going dumb
Throw that ass back, make it clap like a drum
Make it clap real quick
I been making all this cash, watch it stack real quick
Now they see me in the back, let me smash real quick
Watch she walk up from the back with that ass real thicc

[Verse 10: Mike Sherm (New Bay Area)]
How you gonna hate wearing Levi's?
Fucking on that bitch, I go forward then I rewind
You swipe your card, it's like "declined"
Too many numbers in my bank, it's hard to remind
Bad lil bitch on my dick tho
If that ain't yo bitch, then, where the fuck yo bitch go?
I come stomping in your hood, you better tip toe
When the bro's link, it's a click and you get Rick-rolled
Stay away from the L's, we ain't getting those
If you mad, that's too bad, you ain't getting hoes
We come shooting in your spot, this a episode
We gon' see you from a distance, no telescope

[Verse 11: Old Lil Yachty]

[Verse 12: Lil Peep]

[Verse 13: J Cole]

[Verse 14: Blocboy JB]

[Verse 15: Diss Track Eminem]

[Verse 16: Quadeca]
Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I put that on whoever doubt me
I'm going manic, she calling me Fousey
But nothing delusional 'bout me (facts)
Sometimes I talk 'bout my music
They tell me that I need to cool it around me
But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers
Like, why you refusin' to count me?
I'm like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she never wanted to pick up on my line
I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein
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