Quarterback

(альбом: Yellow Tape 2 - 2021)

(Dun Deal, hey)
(Oh lala, Shaz)
Ayy (Yo, Mannie)

I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I've been hustling for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe, yeah, them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats
All that lying in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap
Kenny kill playing ass, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawling back, yeah
I be balling all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback

Beat the case and got my .40 back, they like, "Glock, where that lawyer at?"
I've been broke, and ain't going back, I just ran up them racks again
Yeah, I just made a bag again, Benjamin Franklin my best friend
And Nina she gon' always be my bitch, she ride until the end, yeah

I've been a hustling since a little (Yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (Yeah)
And ain't nobody fucking with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody fucking with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah)
I've been a hustling since a little (Yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (Yeah)
And ain't nobody fucking with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody fucking with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah)

Still money hungry, right now on a mill' run
Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then the deal done", yeah
Bitch, I be balling, balling, Spalding and Wilson
I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some mobile on my arm, yeah
Choppas 'round the house, we chop shit up where I come from, yeah
I live up in a mansion but I still be in the slums, yeah
When you really getting money, it's some pros and it's some cons
Yep I'm in the streets not industry, these niggas nothing but punks

I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been hustling for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe, yeah, that them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats (Uh-huh)
All that lying in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap
Kenny kill playing ass, hit your ass with all of that (Bah)
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawling back, yeah
I be balling all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback