Young Thug - Quaterback lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Ninth grade Listen n*gga Yeah Gah [Hook: Young Thug] Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, b*tch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a n*gga, aye, no meaning [Verse 1: Young] Momma duck eating good like she ‘posed to Spent a dub on my teeth and my ghost too Spent a sixty on the bracelet bought an old miss Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh So many black things on her look like a goatee Pop pills every week Your b*tch gon’ s*ck me, look like she don’t have no teeth She even s*ck it b*tter than the time she ordered me Bring the Molly, I’ll see I’m sm*king pack while you sm*ke weed Just cause I’m signed, don’t mean treat me [Hook: Young Thug] Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, b*tch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a n*gga, aye, no meaning [Verse 2: Quavo] Fifty bands on your head, my n*ggas take the charge All of my n*ggas one thousand, they get it Your n*ggas, you flexing, and flossing Two b*tches with me they ménaging I f*ck 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 skipper the flipper, 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 f*ck with my squad then they start jumping Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan [Hook: Young Thug] Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, b*tch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a n*gga, aye, no meaning [Verse 3: Offset] These n*ggas 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 b*tches be callin’ my phone And I’m m*king, I’m dabbing And know my diamonds came in from Africa Sm*king on Salvia that came from El Salvador Got on my Cartier eating on caviar She be super l*cking on a n*gga Double down FN shooting out missiles Cowards get attention like a n*gga when he whistle Them n*ggas caught you slripping cause you didn’t have a pistol OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle Two b*tches with me n*gga, call me Malcolm in the middle [Hook: Young Thug] Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, b*tch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a n*gga, aye, no meaning [Verse 4: Peewee Longway] Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound Trap rules, n*gga scrap, jugging pounds Make them move it like John Cena Catch a n*gga b*tch 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*tches in bikinis They dreaming for the fettuccine Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini Giuseppe’s on my feet, some fly (?) Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee Put ya a*s down like I’m Bugsy Siegel What’s cr*ckin’, crippin’ n*gga, twisting fingers Longway and Thugger (?) the nina I slip in your club with the forty and nina Look at his head call it buzzle bee Sm*king OG that I mix with the Ds Gavanchi walking on the stars Look at these b*tches, just eat it up Choke on the d*ck, she just skeet it up Pull up in a f*ckin’ Bentley truck Longway b*tch