Key Glock - Quarterback lyrics

[Intro] (Dun Deal, hey) (Oh lala, Shaz) Ayy (Yo, Manny) [Chorus] I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back I’ve been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that Big Glock, I’m that ni**a, best believe, yeah, them all facts I can't trust these ni**as or these b*tches 'cause they all rats All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap Kenny kill playin' ass, hit your ass with all of that I hit your b*tch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back, yeah I be ballin' all the time, I’m point guard and the quarterback [Verse 1] Beat the case and got my .40 back, they like, "Glock, where that lawyer at?" I’ve been broke, and ain't goin’ 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 b*tch, she ride until the end, yeah [Bridge] I've been a hustlin' since a little (Yeah) Eight-figure deal ’cause I'm still independent (Yeah) And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, that's for real, son And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah) I've been a hustlin' since a little (Yeah) Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (Yeah) And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, that's for real, son And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah) [Verse 2] Still money hungry, right now on a mill' run Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then deal done", yeah b*tch, I be ballin', ballin', Spalding and Wilson I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some mobile on my arm, yeah Choppas 'round the house, we chop sh*t up where I come from, yeah I live up in a mansion but I still be in the slums, yeah When you really gettin' money, it's some pros and it's some cons Yep I'm in the streets not industry, these ni**as nothin' but punks [Chorus] I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that Big Glock, I'm that ni**a, best believe, yeah, that them all facts I can't trust these ni**as or these b*tches 'cause they all rats (Uh-huh) All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap Kenny kill playin' ass, hit your ass with all of that (Bah) I hit your b*tch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back, yeah I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback