15 Styles Of Rapping!

Yeah, yeah

[DaBaby:]
Now I'm on the list, ain't no listening
Y'all on my dick made me sick, y'all so sickening (Huh)
Now I carry a stick and I stick it in
She tryna ask for a pic like she picking him (She pickin')
I got all of the benjamins
Watch for your bitch, I'm the one that she follow and messaging (Huh, yeah)
I don't know if she sick
But she swallow my kids, make it look like she swallowing medicine (No cap)
Yeah, yeah, huh
I'm going pyscho (Yeah)
I might give that bitch 15 minutes or more
I'll insure it like Geico (Huh)
You best watch your mouth when you talk to me
Make a mistake ain't no typo (No cap)
The bitch end up fucking wit me
She got suction with me, ain't no lypo (Huh, yeah, yeah)

[Crypt:]
They don't like the way I rap
Take it back
I'm just tryna make these tracks
Make 'em last
Got a lot ahead of me, I hate the past
Gotta be a massage for me, but it breaks your back
Basically, breaking the bacon
I'm making 'em mad, mistaking 'em
People patiently paying him
Hoping that he has to hang wit' him
The MVP
The Jealousy
I hit em wit it heavily
It's shaking 'em
Cause I got my pick of the litter bitch
I'm really the winner
Vomit cause I'm sick of the bitterness
And Twitter kids, I don't give a shit
Rejecting my message before they even consider it
Ridiculous, how they triggered by my words? They illiterate
They don't want me to win because I am different
I'm really to the top, they wanna stop
But they some ignorant idiots
So the minute it finishes, I'ma kill em with discipline
Got off on the wrong note, like a dissonant instrument uh, yeah

[Comethazine:]
Back on my motherfucking new shit
I got a bag, 20K, that shit exclusive
I put Goyard on my waist, that shit expensive
I gone so far, [?] I made that shit extensive

[NLE Choppa:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm the beast
Pop just like grease (Squad)
They try to bite me, I knock out they teeth
Sick with this shit, think I got a disease (Woah)
Yeah that bitch do not pray, but she all on her knees
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Huh? Huh?)
That lil' bitch wanna give me some top now (What?)
I let it pop out (What?), I had to pop off
Jumping on top of your block like some hopscotch (Huh?)
I hit the three, don't need no shot clock
Knock, knock, knock, lil' bitch you a knock off
Everybody they playing with me
And they all on the bottom, 'cause now I been on top

[Lil Tecca:]
I got all the cash, I got all the bands now
She shaking her ass, I feel like the man now
Bitch don't even ask, you can't get no handouts
Get no handouts, you know I stand out
I feel I feel like she want it, I'm really balling
I'ma shoot you if you talking, it's gonna cost it
I feel I feel like the man now
Hit you, you the man down
You the man down

[Tom MacDonald:]
I'm white and I'm sad, and I'm sad that I'm white
And they'd love me if I was just black like the night
Why can't I be white without having to fight
For my beautiful eyes that are blue and so bright
They're offended and triggered, it makes me so mad
I didn't have slaves, I am not like my dad
So why have these people been treating me bad?
I'll say I'm just trolling, thank you for the bag
I'm white!
And they say that's not alright, yeah!
It makes me wanna fight!

[6ix9ine (2019):]
[*cricket chirps*]

[Classic Chance the Rapper:]
Ah
Life is like some tennis, the ballin's been making a racket
Like Kardashian with the acting, the faking and plastic
It's basically magic, I prayed with all the days I imagined
Seeing myself up on the screen, ain't had no cable, just static
Wet dreams of maple bacon and mansions, racist faces with panic Bigger than glaciers, Titanic, I'm playing Madden with
Anderson Cooper, my beef Kobe like the Los Angeles hooper
You cannot cancel this, I handle maneuver
For example I grew this money tree with ample manure
I'm just a mammal with some bite, yeah my enamel cuts through the
Bullshit they threw so, in Canada, that's true though
I sampled everything in my Costco then I ran, Naruto-style
Sometimes I feel like a planet, and sometimes not, like I'm Pluto
I bring the fam together, then I fuck it up, like a game of Uno
That's just part of my philosophy, I'm like word to Russot
I'm certain you know, got a perfect new flow, who knows? (Ah!)

[2019 Chance the Rapper:]
Too much water in my lemonade drink
Do it for my daughter, I be dressed in all-pink
Battleship, battleship, you know they all sink
I'ma do me, I don't care what y'all think
I got blue feet, I'm like in Monsters Inc
Glass, glass, glass, glass, glass, they all clink
That's, that's, that's, the mumbling (Hahahaha)

[Lil Nas X:]
Yeah, uh huh
I'm up on my tractor
I wanna go faster
All around the pasture
Howdy to the passerby's
Life gets rowdy, then it passes by
Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Yeah!)
Yeah, I wanna go faster
All around the pasture
Howdy to the passerby's
Huh, life gets rowdy, then it passes by
Life's exactly like the cattle's cry (Bitch)
I was like, "Howdy", it skidaddled by
Too many snakes in the grass and they all gonna rattle by, huh, yeah
Life ain't no roses and daisies, this shit ain't no apple pie
Hold up, huh, yeah, this ain't no apple pie, bitch!

[Rick Ross:]
Around so many new faces to match the bluefaces
I get what I want, don't ever do favors
These days, life's a trip, I got some new laces
Swimming in women, bitches who acting too gracious
Say, "Gracias", these exotic sauces and sorbet
Got this bitch from Brazil she telling me, "Olay"
All day, in Costa Rica with the roleplay
So many thorns, on the journey to the rosé

[Pi'erre Bourne:]
Oh yeah, huh
All this time I'm just finding in my head
Some days, I'm the (What?) motherfucking man
One way bitch I turned it and I ran
Runway, I just touched down in Japan
Yeah I ball, someone tell a friend
Hit the mall, do that shit again
Calling, I'ma send their state to mail
Styling, got that drip just like a snail, yeah

[Dax:]
(IT'S DAX!)
Sometimes I wonder why life is so hard
And it's slapping you right in the face (Damn!)
I came from cleaning up toilets and working for hours
And still wasn't in the right place (Phew!)
I was alone and so lost and just trapped with my thoughts
Tryna make it, I ain't had no manager! (No!)
I was a janitor, I took my dreams and the world (No, no!)
And I shot myself through the diameter! (No, no, no, no, no!)
I was destined to be (Yeah!)
At the top and the best in the league (Yeah!)
I remember them messing with me (No!)
But I'm winning it regularly (Yeah!)

[YBN Cordae:]
I bought a Louis V belt, staying true to myself
All this jewelry fooling me, I stupidly fell for it
I fell for it face-first, friends change in the worst days
But maybe they never had any love for me in the first place
That's wack, the fact of the matter is, what matters is facts
My soul turned colder than the platinum that I have on my plaques
And now my momma never call because she think that I'm busy
But I really just been waiting for the moment she'll hit me, yeah

[Ignorant Quadeca:]
Hol'up
It's time to pledge your allegiance, bitch (Huh, huh?)
Somebody call Mike Pence and tell him
I killed him just since I was a fetus, bitch ([?])
I was a dangerous baby
Up-up in the manger, I did shit like Jesus, bitch
They be too loud with the shit-talking
Soon as I respond it's, "Hah! I plead the fifth!" (Wait, bitch!)
I think I hear something wack (Wack)
Oh, that's just your new fucking track (Oh shit!)
Uh huh, she asked when I'm coming back (Wait, what?)
Scream my own name when we fuck, I'm like, "Bitch, it's Dax!"(What?)
I said, "Bitch, it's Dax!"
You talk nonsense, I say bitch it's facts, uh oh (Oh shit! Oh!)