Quarterback Young Thug (Ft. Offset, Peewee Longway & Quavo)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ninth grade
Listen, nigga
Yeah
Gah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen, nigga)
Keep it in your lap, not to the side (Yeah)
End up successful, all your cars glide (Woo)
Breathe easy (Yeah), bitch I might just teach you (Might just teach you)
Not a pleaser (No), I might Mickey D's her (Shit, shit)
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena (What?)
Dot in a nigga head, no meal (What's brackin'?)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Momma duck eating good like she 'posed to (Wah)
Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too (Rack)
Spent a sixty on the bracelet but it old news (Ice)
Spent a dime on the red carpet, ooh-ooh (Ice)
So many black chains on, look like a goatee (Woo)
I re-up every week (Woo)
Your bitch gon' suck me, look like she don't got no teeth (Suck it, suck it)
She even suck it better than the time she on her knees (Ah, ah)
Bring a Molly, yeah, I'll see, hey (Brah)
I'm smoking pot while you smoke weed, ayy, wait, hey (Stoner)
Just 'cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me (What's brackin'?)