Quarterback

歌詞

Ninth grade Listen nigga Yeah Gah Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High When you in the trap, all these rules apply Keep it in your lap, not to the side End up successful all your cars glide Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena (scene her) Got in a nigga, aye, no meal Momma duck eating good, like she 'posed to Spent a dub on my teeth and my Ghost too Spent a sixty on the bracelet call it old news Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh So many black chains on, look like a goatee Pop pills every week Your bitch gon' suck me, look like she don't got no teeth She even suck it better than the time she ordered me Bring a Molly, yeah I'll see I'm smoking pack while you smoke weed Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High When you in the trap, all these rules apply Keep it in your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a nigga, aye, no meal Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge All of my niggas one thousand, they get it Your niggas, you flexing, and fraudulent Two bitches with me they ménaging I fuck them, then smash them, put them on the market I make them go cook and they bring me the money back Move in silent like camouflagin' Shoutout Skippa tha Flippa, came up from nickles Green diamonds like a dill pickle Everybody know that I'm in the field Drinking and pouring a double seal Remember the days when I would roll one And taking trips across the country just for money You fuck with my squad then they start thumping Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High When you in the trap, all these rules apply Keep it in your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena Got in a nigga, aye, no meal These niggas be watching, they speculate Feeling myself but no masturbation I'm 22, rich with no education The world's gonna end one day, read it in Revelations Good girl she deserve a scholarship The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it These bitches be callin' my phone And I'm making, I'm dabbing And know my diamonds came in from Africa Smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador Got on my Cartier eating on caviar She be super licking on a nigga Double down FN shooting out missiles Cowards get attention like a nigga when he whistle Them niggas caught you slripping cause you didn't have a pistol OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle Two bitches with me nigga, call me Malcolm in the middle Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High When you in the trap, all these rules apply Keep it in your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a nigga, aye, no meal Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound Trap rules, nigga scrap, jugging pounds Make them move it like John Cena Catch a nigga bitch while I'm eating Diamonds on my neck, blinging In the phantom opera leaning Two double cup got me feigning I dream of genie bitches in bikinis They dreaming for the fettuccine Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini Giuseppe's on my feet, some foreign zebras Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee Sit ya ass down like I'm Beanie Sigel What's crackin', crippin' nigga, twisting fingers Longway and Thugger jump in the nina I slip in your club with the forty and nina Look at his head call it buzzle bee Smoking OG Moon Rocks that I mix with the Diesel Gavanchi walking on the stars Look at these bitches, just eat it up Choke on the dick, she just clean it up Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley truck Longway bitch