QB 1

Lyrics

[Intro] Mas, I'm the quarterback, I say hike, then niggas blitz, blitz (I'm Mas I'm the quarterback if you ain't know) Blitz, blitz, blitz (Fuck the other side for life) Bitch R.I.P. Paid Will, man, R.I.P. DaDa Winning, we in this bitch, bitch Money [Verse 1] I'm Mas, I'm the quarterback, I say hike, then niggas blitz I thought Baby Smoove was cool 'til he turned bitch I thought Street Sweep was a killer, then he turned snitch Heard your killer got his ass killed over a fat bitch We don't do the talkin', ain't no fakin', ain't no fraudin' Lil' ugly-ass nigga, but I bet my bitch gorgeous I'm still gettin' the box wet, what's left from L George's Proceed with caution, the clip hang like Florida, I'm blowin', bitch Run up on me if you wanna die, ain't got no problem with it Bought a Gucci jackеt for 3K and let my mama get it Bitch, since you lovе me so much, let my brother hit it Forever Paid, skinny fifties on me, still DaDa Winning Faceshot his ass if he talkin', he ain't have no business He ain't even have no funeral, he don't love that nigga BandGang, ShredGang, bitch, it's still the same thing Love the streets so much, I'm finna give this ho a wedding ring [Verse 2] All this imaginary killin', boy, you from the 'burbs Spot an opp out of bounds, send him to the birds I ain't wanna rap, but I was always good with words See the barrel of that four-nickel, he shit a turd, yop Get him ate like don't worry 'bout it Pull off and pop my last Perc' that's in my side pocket Whip black as Batman, hoppin' out that bitch robbin' Tell lil' bro if you can't kill him, beat him up and rob him We want every problem, we ain't duckin' no smoke Tried to let niggas live, but they left me no choice His baby mama love me, she say Mas get her moist It might just be this Carti like B or my voice Probably both Nigga think he sippin' Act', really sippin' Coast Catch a nigga tryna run, grab him by his coat Take a bitch to the telly, grab her by her throat I know this your bitch, but she let me poke