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Quavo - Quaterback lyrics


Feat : Young Thug & Offset & Peewee Longway

[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
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/quavo/-/quaterback.html]
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

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