Lyrics Quadeca – Volt

Sad Frosty:
Yuh, ayy, what? (Bitch)
Quadeca and Frosty, like, what?
Mike G, you can’t do this to ’em, man!

They say Frosty, he a bitch, I’ma rob him for his shoes
Why you in the hood, broke, still coppin’ trues (What?)
Yes, I made 6 figures, sorry I don’t like to flex
My lil’ bro, he keep a rocket, then he also got a tec

If I tell that boy to shoot, he might hit you in your brain
My bro said he want a handout fuck that I’ll put you on gain
I could hit a couple bitches from the left forgot they name (Bitch)
Everybody wanna come around soon as I got to fame
That shit ain’t solid boy, stop
Think fast like I run from the cops
I made a hunnid on drops
Brand new Tesla off the lot (Okay)
I get the bitch then I hit and delete
You get the bitch and take her out to eat
Off-White Volt keep ’em runnin’ my feet
When it’s dry in the middle of the week

They say Frosty, he a bitch, I’ma rob him for his shoes
Why you in the hood, broke, still coppin’ trues (What?)
Yes, I made 6 figures, sorry I don’t like to flex
My lil’ bro, he keep a rocket, then he also got a tec

Quadeca:
In the foreign but I feel like I’m a native to this shit (I’m a native)
I got all these 1’s and 0’s, it’s a Matrix in this bitch
Me and Frosty gon’ thank you, next, we stayin’ gracious in this bitch
I could say nothing at all but they still know I’m still makin’ statements in this shit (Haha)
She say i’m a natural , bounce like a basketball