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Quavo - Quarterback Lyrics

Quarterback Lyrics[Intro: Young Thug]
Ninth grade
Listen, nigga
Yeah
Gah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
When you in the trap, all these rules reply (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 (Shee, shee)
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?)
Dive in a nigga egg, no meal (What's happenin'?)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Mama duck eating good like she 'posed to (Woah)
Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too (Racks)
Spent a sixty on the bracelet, but it old news (Hey)
Spent a dime on the red carpet, ooh-ooh (Ayy)
So many black chains on, look like a goatee (Woo)
I re-up every week (Woo)
Your bitch gon' suck me loose like she don't got no teeth (Suck it, suck it)
She even suck it better than the time she on her knees (Ayy, ayy)
Bring 'em out, yeah, I see, hey (Brrat)
I'm smokin' pot while you smoke weed, ayy, wait (Stoner), hey
Just 'cause I'm signed don't mean treat me(What's brackin'?)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Quavo]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
When you in the trap, all these rules reply (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 (Shee, shee)
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?)
Dive in a nigga egg, no meal (What's happenin'? Quavo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge (Uh)
All of my niggas one thousand, they get it
Your niggas, you flexin' and flodgin' (Flexin')
Two bitches with me, they ménagin' (Ménagin')
I fuck 'em and smash 'em, put 'em on the market (Smash)
I make 'em go cook and they bring me the money back (Whip)
Movin' silent, camouflagin' (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)
Drinkin' and pourin' up double seal (Lean)
Remember the days when I was road runnin' (Woo)
Takin' trips across the country just for money (Uh)
You fuck with my squad, then they start dumpin' (Baow, baow)
Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan (Uh)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Offset]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
When you in the trap, all these rules reply (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 (Shee, shee)
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?)
Dive in a nigga egg, no meal (What's happenin'? Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
These niggas be watchin', they speculatin' (Watchin')
Feelin' myself, but no masturbation (You feel me?)
I'm twenty-two, rich with no education (I'm rich)
The world is gon' end one day, read it in Revelations (God)
Good brain, she deserve a scholarship (Brainer)
The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it (Rrah)
These bitches be callin' my phone and I'm mackin' 'em, dabbin' 'em (Dab), my diamonds comin' from Africa (Oh)
I'm smokin' on salvia, come from El Salvador (Plug)
I got on my Cartier, eatin' on caviar (Cartier)
Actavis sippin', lickin' on her nipple (Ooh)
Double down, F&N shootin' out missiles (Pew, pew)
Diamonds get attention like a nigga when he whistle
Them niggas caught you slippin' '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)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Peewee Longway]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade, touchdown)
When you in the trap, all these rules reply (Listen, nigga, trap niggas)
Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Strap, yeah)
End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo)
Breathe easy (Yeah, breathe), bitch, I might just teach you (Might just teach you)
Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D's her (Shee, shee)
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?)
Dive in a nigga egg, no meal (What's happenin'?)

[Verse 4: Peewee Longway]
Ninth grade, I was servin' quarter-pounds (Jugg, quarter-pounds)
Trap rules, nigga strapped, juggin' pounds (I'm strapped like trap)
Make a movie like John Cena (Movie)
Catch a nigga bitch while I mingle (Woah, woah)
Diamonds on my neck blingin' (Blingin', blingin')
In the Phantom of the Opera leanin' (Lean, lean)
Two double cups got me fiendin' (Lean, lean)
I dream of genie bitches in bikinis (I dream of genies, bitch)
They dreamin' for the fettuccine (She want cash)
Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini (Skrrt, woah)
Giuseppes on my feet, safari zebra (Safari)
Motor fitted, dabbin' in the liter (Dab, dab)
Sit your ass down like I'm Beanie Sigel (Get your ass down)
What's crackin'? Crippin', nigga, twisting fingers (Throw it up)
Longway and Thugger, Jonesboro South demeanor (Thugger)
I step in the club with the 40 and nina (Cover)
I look at his head, call it buzzlebee (Boom, boom)
Smokin' OG Moon Rocks mixed with the Diesel (Good gas)
Givenchy, walkin' on the stars (Givenchy)
Lil' bitty bitches just eat it up (Eat, eat)
Jump on the dick, she gon' skin it up (So?)
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley truck (Woah, woah)
Longway, bitch (Hey)