AJ Tracey - Quarterback lyrics

[Chorus] I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays quarterback [Verse 1] Running up checks like a doctor I’m tryna win gold like Oscar A new flow, try and do it too, impostor Got them all running off the beat like Costa My team got a five star roster [?] b**h for a fit when I tossed her If she wanna f** twice, that’ll cost her If she wanna f** twice, that’ll cost her Leave me be, get out my face I secured the bag and went on my way They behind and I’m on my way Go learn to grind and get on my wage You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A Young n***a, they know my age Free my bros, they locked in that cage And I’ll still miss the drop if I want Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone I get head and keep all the lights on No wasteman can jump on my song They thought I would flop and they’re wrong Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong [Chorus] I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback [Verse 2] I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’ Hittin’ up my line on the next ting I don’t want you I want next ting Baby girl I owe you a (s**ting?) Break man’s soul when I’m flexing But he try cap so I decked him I took a grey ting to my hotel And i had her on her knees when I checked in My LA dons make the (?) fly Like bread before the Draco sign Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine No “Whatless” old man can make me sign I was doing laps on my Ridgeback Nah i was doing laps on a specialized If i had beef then i slid back (?) better get in line AJ, T Be like, me London’s best star in QB If people say “fly” I’m like wait, who? me? Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3 My b**h’d bad, thick and bou-jee I was in the states counting, blue, cheese Step up on the stage and they never boo, me Sleep on a n***a, go ahead and you’ll, see [Chorus] I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback I’m getting to the bag, I want all of that Got her number but I ain’t calling back Automatic whip, no stalling that Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback