"Quarterback" lyrics

Bitch
Yeah, I get high under pressure, yeah
My niggas smokin' on that pressure, bitch
Yeah, we get high, yeah, wherever, bitch
Yeah, we get high, yeah, wherever, bitch
Ayy

Flippin' a brick, makin' a stack
Count up these racks, count up these racks
See this Perc? It got me high
Just might have a heart attack
My dead opps, they comin' back
Fucked her once, ain't comin' back
Your bitch wanna play with the team
Gettin' her passed, I'm the quarterback

Upside-down cross hit like a bat
We see through the fakes, yeah, you made out of glass
Nigga, you dumb, you broke, you're trash
When you buy clothes you don't take off the tags
Nigga exposed, you finna go out sad
Nigga sold me fake ass weed in a bag
Nigga tryna flex on Instagram
Here you come with that shit again
Most of these niggas don't deal with me
I pull out the semi, lil' boy, don't forget it
Sippin' that drank, oh, I'm sippin' that Henny
I fuck on my bitch and I bust on her titty
Caught my opp lackin', [?]
I whip out that .30, he dance with P Diddy
I got it on film, boy, don't you forget it

Flippin' a brick, makin' a stack
Count up these racks, count up these racks
See this Perc? It got me high
Just might have a heart attack
My dead opps, they comin' back
Fucked her once, ain't comin' back
Your bitch wanna play with the team
Gettin' her passed, I'm the quarterback