Quarterback

She ran off on the plug
But I made the sack
Like it's to small
Made her bring it back
You could get like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
Whoo
Quarterbacks
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
When it come to runnin
You can call me Bo Jack
You can get Like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sacking quarterbacks

You gotta just get off ya ass and take it
What's understood never needed an explanation
Bill's piling up real fast sitting adjacent
5 missed calls from collectors waiting on payment
A hundred eighty dollas the only thing to my name shit
So I called the plug and he came over wit three zips
Did a lot of shit kept it cooler than a degree stick
Really I haven't met a nigga that I compete wit unh
Like a quarterback I had to make a sack
Didn't like it like this so we took the bag
Passed on touchdown like I made the catch
Went from havin no money now I got them racks
Salute any nigga that really feels this
You gotta do what you gotta do handle business
Only silence a hater really behind some real spit
Red cup gang eat sleep and kill shit

She ran off on the plug
But I made the sack
Like it's to small
Made her bring it back
You could get like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
Whoo
Quarterbacks
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
When it come to runnin
You can call me Bo Jack
You can get Like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sacking quarterbacks

7 off of that 7
Swang through you want to get the loud
I'm busy now this my fam Dre
You gone call him up
He's gone hold you down
I got bricks off in my city
They hit licks off in my city
I gotta watch my back
Cause it's a bunch a rats
That run sprints off in my city
They'll run wit it go dumb wit it
You better come right when u step
I done did it get a bum biditch
And then send her right in yo house
Put her pussy right in yo mouth
Tell em all what you bout
If you pass out she gone smash out
Then it's a jack boy on yo couch
So what you gone do now
This bitch just hit for 2 pounds
Ya get a hundred rounds
Ya go hunt her down
Thought she came up
You put her underground
See I work hard for my shit
Bitch I go hard for my chips
Switch i'll hit you with that missile
If you ever try to to do this
I got that 9 on me homie
What the hell do you mean
Go get yo mind right homie
Don't fuck around wit my team
You'll see that I'm the guy that got green
Who need that
Stop to shop and cop things
I mean i'm out for guap and got chops to stop
If you forgot I'm out for my green

She ran off on the plug
But I made the sack
Like it's to small
Made her bring it back
You could get like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
Whoo
Quarterbacks
Bitch I'm sackin quarterbacks
When it come to runnin
You can call me Bo Jack
You can get Like this
Or even like that
Linebacker status
Bitch I'm sacking quarterbacks



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Writer(s): Andre Thomas, Marques Neely
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