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Young Thug - Quarterback (feat. Quavo, Offset, & PeeWee Longway) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Peewee Longway
Peewee Longway
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, ****)
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
Die any ****, aye, no meal
[Verse 1]
Mama duck eatin' good, like she 'posed to
Spent a dub on my teeth and my Ghost too
Spent a sixty on the bracelet, but it old news
Spent a dime on the red carpet, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
So many black chains on, look like a goatee
Pop pills every week
Your bitch gon' suck me, look like she don't got no teeth
She even suck it better than the time she ordered me
Bring a molly, yeah, I'll see
I'm smokin' pack while you smoke weed
Just 'cause I'm signed don't mean treat me
[Chorus]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, ****)
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
Die any ****, aye, no meal
[Verse 3]
Fifty bands on your head, my **** take the charge
All of my **** one thousand, they get it
Your ****, you flexin' and fraudulent
Two bitches with me, they ménagin'
Fuck 'em, then smash 'em, put 'em on the market
I make 'em go cook and they bring me the money back
Move in silent like camouflagin'
Shoutout Skippa the Flippa, came up from nickels
Green diamonds like a dill pickle
Everybody know that I'm in the field
Drinkin' and pourin' a double seal
Remember the days I would roll one
And takin' trips across the country just for money
You fuck with my squad then they start dumpin'
Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan
[Chorus]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, ****)
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
Die any ****, aye, no meal
[Verse 4]
This **** be watchin', they speculate
Feelin' myself, but no masturbation
I'm twenty-two, 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 bitches be callin' my phone and I'm makin', I'm dabbin'
And my diamonds comin' from Africa
I'm smokin' on salvia that came from El Salvador
I got on my Cartier, eatin' on caviar
Actavis sippin', lickin' on her nipple
Double down, F&N shootin' out missiles
Cowards get attention like a **** when he whistle
Them **** caught you slippin' 'cause you didn't have a pistol
OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickel
Two bitches with me, ****, call me Malcolm in the Middle
[Chorus]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, ****)
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
Die any ****, aye, no meal
[Verse 5]
Ninth grade I was servin' quarter pound
Trap rules, **** scrap, juggin' pounds
Make 'em move it like John Cena
Catch a **** bitch while I'm eatin'
Diamonds on my neck, blingin'
In the Phantom motor, opera leanin'
Two double cup got me fiendin'
I dream of genie bitches in bikinis
They dreamin' for the fettuccine
Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini
Giuseppe's on my feet, some foreign zebras
Motor fitted, dabbin' in the Lee
Sit your ass down like I'm Beanie Sigel
What's crackin'? Crippin' ****, twistin' fingers
Longway and Thugger, Jonesboro South demeanor
I stepin' your club with the .40 and nina
Look at his head, call it buzzle bee
Smokin' OG Moon Rocks mixed with the Diesel
Givenchy walkin' on the stars
Look at these bitches, just eat it up
Jump on the dick, she just skin it up
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley truck
Longway, bitch
Written by: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall, Quincy Lamont Williams, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke

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