Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quarterback, artist - Young Thug. Date of issue: 25.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Quarterback |
| Ninth grade |
| Listen, nigga |
| Yeah |
| Gah |
| Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade) |
| When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, nigga) |
| Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Yeah) |
| End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo) |
| Breathe easy (Yeah), bitch I might just teach you (Might just teach you) |
| Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D’s her (Shit, shit) |
| Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?) |
| Die any nigga, ay, no meal (What's bracking?) |
| Momma duck eating good like she 'posed to (Wah) |
| Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too (Rack) |
| Spent a sixty on the bracelet but it old news (Ice) |
| Spent a dime on the red carpet, ooh-ooh (Ice) |
| So many black chains on, look like a goatee (Woo) |
| I re-up every week (Woo) |
| Your bitch gon' suck me, look like she don’t got no teeth (Suck it, suck it) |
| She even suck it better than the time she on her knees (Ah, ah) |
| Bring a Molly, yeah, I’ll see, hey (Brah) |
| I’m smoking pot while you smoke weed, ay, wait, hey (Stoner) |
| Just 'cause I’m signed, don’t mean treat me |
| (What's bracking?) |
| Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade) |
| When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, nigga) |
| Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Yeah) |
| End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo) |
| Breathe easy (Yeah), bitch, I might just teach you (Might just teach you) |
| Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D’s her (Shit, shit) |
| Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?) |
| Die any nigga, ay, no meal (What's bracking?) |
| Quavo |
| Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge (Ooh) |
| All of my niggas one thousand, they get it |
| Your niggas, you’re flexing, and fraudulent (Flexing) |
| Two bitches with me, they’re ménaging (Ménaging) |
| I fuck 'em and smash 'em, put 'em on the market (Smash) |
| I make them go cook and they bring me the money back (Whip) |
| Moving silent, camouflaging (Silent) |
| Shout out Skippa Da Flippa, came up from nickels (Flippa) |
| Green diamonds like a dill pickle (Shine) |
| Everybody know that I’m in the field (Woo) |
| Drinking and pouring up double seal (Lean) |
| Remember the days when I was road running (Woo) |
| Taking trips across the country just for money (Ooh) |
| You fuck with my squad then they start dumping (Bow, bow) |
| Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan (Uh) |
| Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade) |
| When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, nigga) |
| Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Yeah) |
| End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo) |
| Breathe easy (Yeah), bitch, I might just teach you (Might just teach you) |
| Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D’s her (Shit, shit) |
| Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?) |
| Die any nigga, ay, no meal (What's bracking?) |
| Offset |
| These niggas be watching, they speculate (Watching) |
| Feeling myself but no masturbation (You feel me?) |
| I’m 22, rich with no education (I'm rich) |
| The world’s gonna end one day, read it in Revelations (God) |
| Good brain, she deserve a scholarship (Good brainer) |
| The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it (Rrah) |
| These bitches be calling my phone and I’m macking 'em, dapping 'em (Brr, brr) |
| My diamonds came in from Africa (Yeah, oh) |
| I’m smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador (Gas) |
| I got on my Cartier eating on caviar (Cartier) |
| Actavis sipping, licking on her nipple (Ooh) |
| Double down F&N shooting out missiles (Pew, pew) |
| Cowards get attention like a nigga when he whistle (Pff) |
| Them niggas caught you slipping 'cause you didn’t have a pistol (Bah) |
| OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickel (Gas bag) |
| Two bitches with me nigga, call me Malcolm in the middle (Uh, crack) |
| Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade) |
| When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, nigga) |
| Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Yeah) |
| End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo) |
| Breathe easy (Yeah), bitch, I might just teach you (Might just teach you) |
| Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D’s her (Shit, shit) |
| Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?) |
| Die any nigga, ay, no meal (What's bracking?) |
| Ninth grade I was serving quarter pound (Choo) |
| Trap rules, nigga scrap, jugging pounds (Nigga scrap, jugg pounds) |
| Make them move it like John Cena (Move it) |
| Catch a nigga bitch while I’m eating (Whoa, gimme that, whoa) |
| Diamonds on my neck, blinging (Blinging, brr, bling) |
| In the Phantom of the opera leaning (Lean, lean) |
| Two double cup got me fiending (Lean, lean) |
| I dream of genie bitches in bikinis (Bikinis, bitch) |
| They dreaming for the fettuccine (Cash) |
| Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini (Skrt, whoa) |
| Giuseppes on my feet, safari zebras (Safari) |
| Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee (Dab, dab, dab, dab) |
| Sit you ass down like I’m Beanie Sigel (Sit you ass, get it, get it) |
| What’s cracking? |
| Cripping nigga, twisting fingers (Throw it up) |
| Longway and Thugger Jonesboro South demeanor (Thugger) |
| I step in the club with the .40 and Nina (Gotta keep cover) |
| Look at his head call it buzzle bee (Boom, boom, boom, boom, grr) |
| Smoking OG Moon Rocks mixed with the Diesel (Good gas) |
| Givenchy walking on the stars (Givenchy, ah) |
| Lil' bitty bitches, just eat it up (She eat) |
| Jump on the dick, she gon' skin it up (So?) |
| Pull up in a fucking Bentley truck (whoa, whoa) |
| Longway, bitch (Hey!) |