Quarterback - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bitch

Yeah, I get high under pressure, yeah

My niggas smokin' on that pressure, bitch

Yeah, we get high, yeah, whenever, bitch

Ayy

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

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