[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]

Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me (B. Lou! Huh?)

Clear-Clear is the vision, expensive the mission (Ooh, ooh)

I am not Kim, but I did the impossible (Pew-pew-pew!)

Drop me the addy, that's where I'ma hit (Huh?)

I got the sticks, I'm sendin' the blizzards

Just-Just like a blender, leave your ass mixed (Quadeca, what's going on?)

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 (Brr-ah!)

Feel like olympic, I'm winning a medal (Uh, slatt!)

Want me to fall, but a nigga won't let up

Everythin' usual, hunnids my paper (B. Lou!)

I got the check, 'cause you gotta pay me (Check)

Run up the digits, add up the money (Add up, oh!)

Bitches wanna love me, kick it like rugby (Huh?)

I got the hunnids, count 'em in public (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