QB 1

[Intro]
Mas, I'm the quarterback, I say hike, then niggas blitz, blitz
(I'm Mas
I'm the quarterback if you ain't know)
Blitz, blitz, blitz
(Fuck the other side for life)
Bitch
R.I.P. Paid Will, man, R.I.P. DaDa Winning, we in this bitch, bitch
Money

[Verse 1]
I'm Mas, I'm the quarterback, I say hike, then niggas blitz
I thought Baby Smoove was cool 'til he turned bitch
I thought Street Sweep was a killer, then he turned snitch
Heard your killer got his ass killed over a fat bitch
We don't do the talkin', ain't no fakin', ain't no fraudin'
Lil' ugly-ass nigga, but I bet my bitch gorgeous
I'm still gettin' the box wet, what's left from L George's
Proceed with caution, the clip hang like Florida, I'm blowin', bitch
Run up on me if you wanna die, ain't got no problem with it
Bought a Gucci jackеt for 3K and let my mama get it
Bitch, since you lovе me so much, let my brother hit it
Forever Paid, skinny fifties on me, still DaDa Winning
Faceshot his ass if he talkin', he ain't have no business
He ain't even have no funeral, he don't love that nigga
BandGang, ShredGang, bitch, it's still the same thing
Love the streets so much, I'm finna give this ho a wedding ring

[Verse 2]
All this imaginary killin', boy, you from the 'burbs
Spot an opp out of bounds, send him to the birds
I ain't wanna rap, but I was always good with words
See the barrel of that four-nickel, he shit a turd, yop
Get him ate like don't worry 'bout it
Pull off and pop my last Perc' that's in my side pocket
Whip black as Batman, hoppin' out that bitch robbin'
Tell lil' bro if you can't kill him, beat him up and rob him
We want every problem, we ain't duckin' no smoke
Tried to let niggas live, but they left me no choice
His baby mama love me, she say Mas get her moist
It might just be this Carti like B or my voice
Probably both
Nigga think he sippin' Act', really sippin' Coast
Catch a nigga tryna run, grab him by his coat
Take a bitch to the telly, grab her by her throat
I know this your bitch, but she let me poke