Slime Season - Quarterback

Quarterback

Young Thug ft. Migos y Peewee Longway

LETRA

Quarterback Letra

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 D's her
Top rope, I might John Cena (Scene her)
Got in a nigga, ayy, no meal

Momma duck eating good, like she 'posed to
Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too
Spent a 60 on the bracelet but it old news
Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh
So many black chains on, look like a goatee
I 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 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'?)

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 D's her
Top rope, I might John Cena
Got in a nigga, ayy, no meal

50 bands on your head, my niggas take the charge
All of my niggas 1,000, 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'
Shout out Skippa Da 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 fuck with my squad then they start dumpin'
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
End up successful, all your cars glide
Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey D's her
Top rope, I might John Cena
Got in a nigga, ayy, 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 brain 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 slipping 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
End up successful, all your cars glide
Breathe easy, bitch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey D's her
Top rope, I might John Cena
Got in a nigga, ayy, no meal

Ninth grade I was serving quarter pound
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 of the 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, safari 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 Jonesboro South demeanour
I step in the club with the 40 and nina
Look at his head call it buzzle bee
Smoking OG Moon Rocks mixed with the Diesel
Givenchy walking on the stars
Look at these bitches, just eat it up
Jump on the dick, she gon' skin it up
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley truck
Longway bitch