[Chorus: Quadeca]
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual (No, yeah)
I live in the studio
I'm clockin' in, like I work in a cubicle, huh (Haha)
The kid is unusual, uh
My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual (Nope, nope, nope, nope!)

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me, uh
I put that on whoever doubt me, uh
I'm goin' manic, she callin' me Fousey
But nothin' delusional 'bout me (Facts!)
Sometimes, I talk 'bout my music, they tell me that I
Need to cool it around me (For real, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers like
Why you refusin' to count me? (H-oh shit!)
I'm like, one, two, three, four, five
She never wanted to pick up on my line (Huh?)
I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein
Tryna put together the pieces in my mind (Yeah)
Too many hours on internet, fakin' my intellect
In my bed, makin' a universe with my time, huh
I'm livin' life auto-pilot
'Cause I'm so fly, and I'm not even tryin' (Huh? Hahaha)
Ain't nothin' changed but the cosmetics
Defense mechanism make 'em all jealous
If they ain't gonna listen to me, huh (Who?)
Guess they gonna listen to the Margielas (Huh?)
I hope that when they listen, make it all better
But that's a big ask, in some tall letters
When I'm needin' them most, I know they gon' either go ghost
And then switch up on they colors, like the fall weather (Ho-ho, yeah)
Okay, back-back-back-back-back
See me in the back of the class when I rap (Facts!)
You be on the Snapchat-chat
No filter, like the water on the tap-tap-tap, huh
I've been movin' way too fast
I'm just tryna make it last, yeah
Tryna get my aimin' back
Sorry that you came in last, yeah (Hold up, yeah)
[Chorus: Quadeca]
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh
But can you blame me?
I'm crazy, God already scheduled my funeral, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
The kid is unusual
My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah (Haha!)
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual

[Verse 2: B. Lou]
(B. Lou!) Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Clear is the vision, expensive the mission (Huh? Ooh, ooh)
I am not Kim, but I did the impossible
Drop me the addy, that's where I'mma hit (Pew-pew-pew! Huh?)
I got the sticks, I'm sendin' the blizzards
Just-just like a blender, leave your ass mixed (B. Lou!)
Ain't nothin' usual, designer my fit
I keep a .40 Glock, Kung-Fu kick (Slatt, slatt, bop!)
B. Lou a diamond, was formed under pressure
Feel like olympic, I'm winning a medal (Brrr...ah! Slatt!)
Want me to fall, but a n***a won't let up
Everythin' usual, hunnids my paper (B. Lou!)
I got the check, 'cause you gotta pay me
Run up the digits, add up the money (Check, add up, oh!)
Bitches wanna love me, kick it like rugby
I got the hunnids, count 'em in public (Huh? B. Lou!)
[Verse 3: Quadeca]
Yeah, I stay true to myself, uh
Sayin' "We gucci", better stay true to your belt
Fuck all that shit, never knew how I felt
Plaques all in gold, I got two on my shelf, uh
Yeah, I'm seventeen
How you forty-five tryna fuck in my mentions? Huh (Huh?)
Bank got so many commas
Shit's looking like a run-on sentence, yeah (Hahaha, hahaha)
Ayy, huh
That's some unusual shit, huh
I mix designer with 2010 New Balance
That's an unusual fit, huh (Uh-huh)
Car got "QUADECA" all-caps on the plates
Said that's an unusual whip, uh (It is)
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me, uh
I'm an unusual kid, uh

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh (Ain't nothing usual)
I live in a studio
I'm clockin' in like I work in a cubicle, uh
The kid is unusual, uh
My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me
Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh, yeah