Quadeca
WHATNOT!
[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh, woo, woo, woo
Whatnot, uh, yeah!

[Chorus]
I just did a show and whatnot
I had to grow and whatnot, uh
Stuck to the boat, cut out the foes
Just how it goes and whatnot
Okay, whatnot, whatnot
You the B story, you're the mo'fuckin' subplot
Whatnot, whatnot
Think that I ain't got it in my hands, bitch, just watch

[Verse 1]
Lemonade on my lawn chair
All these Ws, you think it's not fair (Woo)
Schizophrenia with your pennies up;
See 'em blue faces in your pocket, but they not there, uh
I think that your shit is overcharged, and
Why you spendin' twenty racks, and then they say they not gon' notice? (Ooh)
What would you do if you saw me? Now I feel like John Quiñones (Quiñones!)
We just caught your ass in 4K and the film was on focus, like, uh
Okay, huh
Flyin' 'round the globe, I've seen еvery side of the land
Tеllin' me to go, but they never tried to be fans
Hittin' up your girl and she set aside any plans
I've been startin' in the field, but they step aside in the stands
You step aside with the rest, all wanna complain
Just get along with the rest, I get along with the best
Always talkin' on my name, like, every time, they obsessed, yeah
[Chorus]
Ooh, hoo, hoo!
I just did a show and whatnot
Yeah, ooh, hoo, hoo!
That's how it goes and whatnot
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh!
I had to grow up and whatnot
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Running the globe and whatnot
Whatnot, whatnot
I'm the main story, you're the mo'fuckin' subplot
Whatnot, whatnot
Think that I ain't got it in my hands, bitch, just watch
Whatnot, whatnot
Fumblin' a bag, young man, you had one job
Whatnot, whatnot, whatnot, aah!

[Verse 2]
Who you know reusin’ more lines than me?
Saw your girl and she always got her eyes on me
Your favorite rapper probably so basic, he’ll make a fuckin’ line about Stevie Wonder and how he's blind, he can’t see
Walk up in the crowd, they like “Hi, could it be?”
I’m like “Yes, excuse me may”
I took your post it confused me today
I drop an album ‘bout snow in the winter and that shit so hot they confused it for May
Sometimes I feel like I’m chosen, the way that I’m [?] these losers like who in the way?
I know my numbers they goin’, I feel like a pro but I’m still very new in a way
I took this shit, went up, up, and away
You could try and you’ll probably still throw it away
(Ah, uh, what!, uh, what!)
(Uh, A-Ahem) Do what I say
I got (uh uh) lotta’ shit (Ahem)
Got an inhaler I used it today
And I could use a bouquet on my gravestone
I call it Doja Cat do what I say so
Checkin the records I’m callin’ your number like “Beep beep beep beep”
I ain’t usin’ no payphone
Walk around (mmm, uh)
I gotta lay low, take it now
I’m choosin’ the same tone
Fallin’ down, stuck on the same flow
Out here now, Using the same flow
Hairline been fucked up, I’m using my angles
I fly around, got the wings of an angel
Flappin’ now
Breakin’ the news, I just sat you down
Yeah!
[Chorus]
I just did a show and whatnot
That’s how it goes and whatnot
Stuck to the boat, cut out the foes
Just how it goes and whatnot (Ooh)
Whatnot, whatnot
You the B story you the motherfuckin’ subplot
Whatnot, think that I got it in my hands, bitch just watch