SCHOENBERG - Quadeca, Moxas

Ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah (Huh)

Yeah, what?

Yeah, what

Ayy, haha, haha!

What?

(Bitch!)

I’m on my own-

I’m on my own shit (Hold up)

I’m like, «Oh, shit!»

(Huh?)

Call me Schoenberg, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit

(Uh huh! Bitch!)

I can’t fuck 'round wit' you, 'cause you a broke bitch (You broke! Bitch!)

Yeah, the label called and said they need some mo' hits (Woah! More!)

I said, «Fuck that, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit»

(Yeah)

Diamonds on my hip, I need some mo' drip (Hahahaha!)

I got all these bitches on my own dick (Yeah!)

Me, myself, and I, we got our own clique (Yeah!)

«Check out my song!»

Nah, bitch, I won’t click (No!)

Everybody wanna get a piece of the pie

But I’m sorry, I don’t owe you shit (Haha!)

They think that I been schemin', I’ve been rollin' wit' the team, but

That is not the way I grow this shit (Yeah)

Got dropped in the water, when they thought that I would drown

They never thought I was supposed to swim (Yeah)

I lost friends to the water, lookin' down at everybody

They be watchin' wit' the coldest grin (Yeah!)

But ain’t no one as cold as him (Yeah!)

Don’t even got a chain to his name in the game

But nobody got more gold than him (Haha-ha!)

Nobody controllin' him (What?)

The Devil got a hold of him (Yeah)

Somebody please get me his damn phone number

Can somebody get a hold of him?

(Please!)

Can somebody get a hold of him?

I eat souls,

I be scoldin' them

I wake 'em up, like Folgers,

then (Brrr!)

You know how I roll like a boulder when

I go leave 'em all shook, like colder winds (What? Yeah)

Got it right on my hip, high noon (What?)

Got a five stack on top, haiku (Huh?)

You are not makin' no waves, bayou (Yeah)

Spittin' so hard, might crack my tooth (Yeah, yeah, huh?)

I be like, «Oh, shit!»

(Huh?)

I feel like Walt White, I’m cookin' up this dope shit (Walt! Ayy)

I got the drip now, and I think that she noticed

You try to ask for a feature, I’m like, «No, bitch!»

(Bitch, bitch!)

«Why he got horns on his head?»

'Cause I’m the G.O.A.T., bitch!

Call me Schoenberg, lil' bitch, I’m on my own shit (Yeah! Ayy!)

I cannot fuck wit' you, you’s a broke bitch (Hahaha)

Yeah, the label called, they said they need some mo' hits (What?)

I said, «Fuck that, lil' b—»

Isn’t it beautiful?

Look at the world you once thought was a dream

All for you

All, all

All

(Ah!)