Thank You Next

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Tony Montana & Sad Frosty] (Hey, fuck you, man) (Who put this thing together?) (Me, that's who) Quadeca and Frosty, like, what? Bitch (Lj done made a new one) [Verse 1: Quadeca] None of my shit fuckin' match I'm still the best dressed (Huh?) "Who just fucked my bitch?" Take your best guess (Hahaha) Huh, bitch, I wake up fresh I do not get dressed (No) My bitch is evangelical Christian, she like, "Heck yes" (Amen) Huh, okay, huh Sayin', "No way," like you Jose, huh (No) I been killin' shit like O. J., huh Cancellin' school when I go iced-out, it's a snow day, huh (Huh, woo) Okay, huh, we goin' up (Pew, pew) When they see the check I'm gettin', they be throwin' up Huh, bitch, type "Q" into motherfucking Google And I really be the first thing that be showin' up, uh (Uh) [Chorus: Quadeca & Sad Frosty] I been like, "Thank you, next" I hit that bitch with a "Thank you" text Who been on that shit? Better take your guess When I'm out in Palo Alto, like the Grateful Dead, huh (Huh? Ha) Call me Kodak, I'm a suburban dude (I am) They call you- huh? They call you- what? (Quadeca and Frosty like, what?) We never heard of you, huh, nope, huh (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?) [Verse 2: Sad Frosty & Quadeca] I tell her, "Thank you, next" Callin' Quadeca, shoot baby TEC's (Thot, graah) Ride with the chopper, I hit with the blade (Ayy) All of my shows look like a parade, what? Huh? Yeah Why they goofy? They be talkin' that shit (Bitch) Hunnid bands, got it all in my hip I fuck on that bitch, in the back of the whip (Ayy, thot) Yeah, ayy Oprah all on my dick, but you knew that (Thot) Feel like Sheck Wes, like, "How that boy do that?" Twenty racks in the strip club, I just threw that, huh? (Swish) What? Hit for twenty in Japan Shorty, she knew I'm the man Run in the guap, and I cop the advanced (Thot) Yeah (Yeah, huh) [Verse 3: Quadeca] Count the advances, fuck an AK, I shoot cannons Your grandma just bought my tape for her grandkids Always thinkin', "What would Jesus do?" And I just fucked a bitch in my sandals Your favorite rapper got cancelled I just spent three-thousand dollars to clear up a sample, just an example One-hundred mill' on my channel They all like, "That is substantial," too much to handle, huh When I talk shit, it's a scandal, huh I do not rap, I just ramble (Huh? Huh? Hahaha) Roll on your block, like some Campbell's (Chef Boyardee) They all say that I am a handful (Huh?) Everybody belittle me But I get hits, like I'm playin' in little league So fuck an industry plant, I'll plant myself in the industry In my own shoes, I ain't givin' no sympathy [Part II] [Bridge: Quadeca] I been on the regular, yeah (Regular) Tryna get ahead of ya, yeah ('Head of ya) I don't want to let you know (Let you know) I don't want to let you go (Let you go) I just want to be for you (Be for you) I'll do everything I think you need me to (Need me to, oh) I don't wanna let you go (Go) Let you go, go (Go) [Outro: Quadeca] None of my shit fuckin' match, I'm still the best dre-e-e-essed Huh? Take your best gue-e-e-e-e-ess Hehehe, yeah