Quaterback
Ninth grade
Listen ni**a
Yeah
Gah
Ninth grade quarterback Washington High
When you in the trap all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap not to the side
Been so successful all your cars glide
Breathe easy b**ch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope I might John Cena scene her
Got in a ni**a aye no meal
Momma duck eating good like she 'posed to
Spent a dub on my teeth and my Ghost too
Spent a sixty on the bracelet call it old news
Spent a dime on the red carpet oh oh
So many black chains on her look like a gold tooth
Pop pills every week
Your b**ch 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 smoking pack while you smoke w**d
Just cause I'm signed don't mean treat me
Ninth grade quarterback Washington High
When you in the trap all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap not to the side
Been so successful all your cars glide
Breathe easy b**ch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope I might just seen her
Got in a ni**a aye no meal
Fifty bands on your head my niggas take the charge
All of my niggas one thousand they get it
Your niggas you flexing and fraudulent
Two b**ches with me they ménaging
I f**k 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 Skippa tha Flippa 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**k with my squad then they start thumping
Take the pot and slam dunk it Tim Duncan
Ninth grade quarterback Washington High
When you in the trap all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap not to the side
Been so successful all your cars glide
Breathe easy b**ch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope I might just seen her
Got in a ni**a aye no meal
These niggas 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**ches be callin' my phone
And I'm making I'm dabbing
And know my diamonds came in from Africa
Smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador
Got on my Cartier eating on caviar
She be super licking on a ni**a
Double down FN shooting out missiles
Cowards get attention like a ni**a when he whistle
Them niggas caught you slripping cause you didn't have a pistol
OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle
Two b**ches with me ni**a call me Malcolm in the middle
Ninth grade quarterback Washington High
When you in the trap all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap not to the side
Been so successful all your cars glide
Breathe easy b**ch I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope I might just seen her
Got in a ni**a aye no meal
Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound
Trap rules ni**a scrap jugging pounds
Make them move it like John Cena
Catch a ni**a b**ch 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**ches in bikinis
They dreaming for the fettuccine
Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini
Giuseppe's on my feet some foreign zebras
Motor fitted dabbing in the Lee
Sit ya a** down like I'm Beanie Sigel
What's crackin' crippin' ni**a twisting fingers
Longway and Thugger jump in the nina
I slip in your club with the forty and nina
Look at his head call it buzzle bee
Smoking OG that I mix with the Ds
Gavanchi walking on the stars
Look at these b**ches just eat it up
Choke on the dick she just clean it up
Pull up in a f**kin' Bentley truck
Longway b**ch