Quavo - Quarterback lyrics

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Quavo - Quarterback lyrics

[Produced by Sonny Digital] [Intro: Young Thug] Ninth grade Listen n***a Yeah Gah [Hook: Young Thug] 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, b**h I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena (scene her) Got in a n***a, aye, no meal [Verse 1: Young Thug] Momma duck eating good, like she ‘posed to Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds 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 I have to re-up every week Your b**h gon' s** me, look like she don't got no teeth She even s** it better than the time she on her knees Bring a Molly, yeah I'll see I'm smoking pot while you smoke weed Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me (What's brackin'?) [Hook: Young Thug] 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, b**h I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena Got in a n***a, aye, no meal [Verse 2: Quavo] Fifty bands on your head, my n***as take the charge All of my n***as one thousand, they get it Your n***as, you flexing, and fraudulent Two b**hes with me they ménaging I f** 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 was road runnin' And taking trips across the country just for money You f** with my squad then they start dumpin' Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan [Hook: Young Thug] 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, b**h I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena Got in a n***a, aye, no meal [Verse 3: Offset] These n***as 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 brain she deserve a scholarship The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it These b**hes 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 n***a Double down FN shooting out missiles Cowards get attention like a n***a when he whistle Them n***as caught you slipping cause you didn't have a pistol OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle Two b**hes with me n***a, call me Malcolm in the middle [Hook: Young Thug] 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, b**h I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might John Cena Got in a n***a, aye, no meal [Verse 4: Peewee Longway] Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound Trap rules, n***a scrap, jugging pounds Make them move it like John Cena Catch a n***a b**h while I'm eating Diamonds on my neck, blinging In the phantom opera leaning Two double cup got me feigning I dream of genie b**hes in bikinis They dreaming for the fettuccine Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini Giuseppe's on my feet, safari zebras Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee Sit ya a** down like I'm Beanie Sigel What's crackin', crippin' n***a, twisting fingers Longway and Thugger Jonesboro South demeanour I step in the club with the forty and nina Look at his head call it buzzle bee Smoking OG Moon Rocks that I mix with the Diesel Givenchy walking on the stars Look at these b**hes, just eat it up Jump on the dick, she gon' skin it up Pull up in a f**in' Bentley truck Longway b**h

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