Lyrics Quadeca – Late Night Freestyle

Hit a button Morty give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright, um

People look at me like I’m insane (yeah)
They on the ground but I’m in a plane (yeah)

Yeah, they think its fuckin’ flames
Uh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
They think its fuckin’ flames in my lane
Talkin’ to that bitch I been in my brain (yeah)
Yeah, now she give me brain
I just do this shit now they knowin’ my name, yeah
‘Cause these snitches they be switchin’ lanes
I’m living my facts you just makin’ claims
I told ’em I’m not in it for the fuckin’ fame
I just want a gold song before a gold chain
Ay, so what the fuck you heard
When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah)
Just kicked to the fuckin curb
Now they always gotta ask me what’s the word (ay, yeah)

We cookin’ in the stu’ we got all the sauces
Bitch I’m independent I ain’t got no bosses
Yeah I keep on winnin’ I ain’t got no losses
They ask me for the keys like the fuckin’ locksmith
Locksmith yeah you know I’m doin’ hot shit
Hot shit they all like it when I drop shit
You pop shit I’m like why the fuck you talkin’
I walk in everybody they be rockin’ (ay)

So now they finally like the flow
These people ’round me used to doubt me now they know

Ay that was good
You peepin’ out my wrist I know you feelin’ cold
Yeah ’cause you’re also salty ’cause you ain’t got this shit

Ay, yeah
Peepin out my wrist I know your feelin’ cold (uh)
Fuckin’ on that bitch I know I’m feelin’ bold (uh)
Yeah I’m makin’ hits just look how much I sold
Ay ay ay I can just not be controlled

Ay, so what the fuck you heard
When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah)
I was kicked to the fuckin curb
Now they always gotta ask me what’s the word (ay, yeah)