Young Thug - Quarterback (feat. Quavo, Offset, & PeeWee Longway)

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Young Thug - Quarterback (feat. Quavo, Offset, & PeeWee Longway)
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(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 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?)
Dot in a nigga head, no meal (What's brackin'?)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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, ayy, wait, hey (Stoner)
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 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?)
Dot in a nigga head, no meal (What's brackin'? Quavo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge (Ooh)
All of my niggas one thousand, they get it
Your niggas, you flexing, and flodgin' (Flexing)
Two bitches with me, they 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)
Movin' silent, camouflagin' (Silent)
Shout out Skippa Da Flippa, came up from nickles (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 runnin' (Woo)
Taking trips across the country just for money (Ooh)
You fuck with my squad then they start dumpin' (Bow, bow)
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 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?)
Dot in a nigga head, no meal (What's brackin'? Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
These niggas be watching, they speculate (Watching)
Feeling myself but no masturbation (You feel me?)
I'm twenty-two, 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 callin' my phone and I'm mackin' 'em, dappin' '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 sippin', lickin' 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 nickle (Gas bag)
Two bitches with me nigga, call me Malcolm in the middle (Uh, crack)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
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?)
Dot in a nigga head, no meal (What's brackin'?)

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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 you
Not a pleaser I might Mickey D's her
Hey top rope I might John Cena
Dot in a nigga head no meal
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