Quarterback
Bitch
Yea I get high under pressure
My niggas smoking on that pressure bitch
Yea we get high yea whenever bitch
Yea we get high yea whenever bitch
Flipping a brick, making it stack
Counting these racks counting these racks
Shit these percs got me high
Just might have an heart attack
My dead ops ain't coming back
Fucked her once ain't coming back
Yo bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass I'm the quarterback
Upside down cross hang like a bat
We see through the fake shit you made out of glass
Nigga you dumb you broke you trash
When you buy clothes you don't take off tags
Nigga exposed finna go out sad
Nigga sold me fake ass weed in a bag
Nigga tryna flex on instagram
Hear we go with this shit again
Most of these niggas don't think that I'm wit it
I'll pull out that semi lil boi don't forget it
Sipping that jack and I sip on that henny
I fuck on my bitch and I buss on her titty
Caught my opp lacking that weren't pretty
I whip out that 30 he dance like p diddy
I got it on film lil boi don't you forget it
Flipping a brick, making it stack
Counting these racks counting these racks
Shit these percs got me high
Just might have an heart attack
My dead ops ain't coming back
Fucked her once ain't coming back
Yo bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass ima quarterback
Yea I get high under pressure
My niggas smoking on that pressure bitch
Yea we get high yea whenever bitch
Yea we get high yea whenever bitch
Flipping a brick, making it stack
Counting these racks counting these racks
Shit these percs got me high
Just might have an heart attack
My dead ops ain't coming back
Fucked her once ain't coming back
Yo bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass I'm the quarterback
Upside down cross hang like a bat
We see through the fake shit you made out of glass
Nigga you dumb you broke you trash
When you buy clothes you don't take off tags
Nigga exposed finna go out sad
Nigga sold me fake ass weed in a bag
Nigga tryna flex on instagram
Hear we go with this shit again
Most of these niggas don't think that I'm wit it
I'll pull out that semi lil boi don't forget it
Sipping that jack and I sip on that henny
I fuck on my bitch and I buss on her titty
Caught my opp lacking that weren't pretty
I whip out that 30 he dance like p diddy
I got it on film lil boi don't you forget it
Flipping a brick, making it stack
Counting these racks counting these racks
Shit these percs got me high
Just might have an heart attack
My dead ops ain't coming back
Fucked her once ain't coming back
Yo bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass ima quarterback
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Writer(s): James Hudson Jr.
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