Quarterback

[Intro]
Bitch
Yeah, I get high under pressure, yeah
My niggas smokin' on that pressure, bitch
Yeah, we get high, yeah, whenever, bitch
Yeah, we get high, yeah, whenever, bitch
Ayy

[Chorus]
Flippin' a brick, makin' it stack
Count up these racks, count up these racks
Shit, these Percs got me high
Just might have a heart attack
My dead opps ain't comin' back
Fucked her once, ain't comin' back
Your bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass, I'm the quarterback

[Verse]
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, you finna go out sad
Nigga sold me fake ass weed in a bag
Nigga tryna flex on Instagram
Here we go with that shit again
Most of these niggas don't think that I'm with it
I'll pull out that semi, lil' boy, don't forget it
Sippin' that Jack and I sip on that Henny
I fuck on my bitch and I buss on her titty
Caught my opp lackin', that shit wasn't pretty
I whip out that .30, he dance like P Diddy
I got it on film, lil' boy, don't you forget it

[Chorus]
Flippin' a brick, makin' it stack
Count up these racks, count up these racks
Shit, these Percs got me high
Just might have a heart attack
My dead opps ain't comin' back
Fucked her once, ain't comin' back
Your bitch wanna play with the team
Give her a pass, I'm the quarterback