Lyrics Quarterback - VcManny

Send my bitch for the drop
And she gon run it back
She get it gone quick
Like a quarterback
Fuckin in the penthouse
I'ma break her back
Said she like fuckin to my tracks

Now we up
Lookin' down on all these haters
Circle getting small
Cuz these clowns getting faker
Got some nice buns
But she ain't no baker
If she got a mans
I just might have to take her

Thirty on me
Hang down like the laser
Said she wanna fuck
I want the face first

Vvs on me
And they came with aprisals
Thousand dollar syrup
With no maple

Send my bitch for the drop
And she gon run it back
Get it send it long and repeat
Like a quarterback
In the stu
Drop the beat like a heart attack
Burn it to the ground
Now she callin' me nickelback

Now we up
Lookin' down on all these haters
Circle getting small
Cuz these clowns getting faker
Got some nice buns
But she ain't no baker
If she got a mans
I just might have to take her

Now if I take ur chick
She takes a pic
Don't tag me
Cuz my bitch might trip
Ten K fit
Forty-one on the wrist
I'm so drip
Some would say I'm a liq

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Send my bitch for the drop
And she gon run it back
She get it gone quick
Like a quarterback
Fuckin in the penthouse
I'ma break her back
Said she like fuckin to my tracks

Playin games
We playing tic for tat
I don't like you doin this
Then you go and do that
I'm tryna break ya back
You tryna spend my stacks
Bands on you're boobs
Just to see the racks
You send her for the drop
She never came back
Runners runnin roads
While by the pool I'm laid back
Plottin a Pagani
While u plottin on payback
Them goofies ain't rich
Every pic they flex the same stack

Now I'm up
Can't believe we did that
Do it
Double up
Like 2 Patties on a Big Mac
So much designer
Everyday I just mix match
Put some gold in the dirt
Watch ya Shawty dig that

Now if I take ur chick
She takes a pic
Don't tag me
Cuz my bitch might trip
Ten K fit
Forty-one on the wrist
I'm so drip
Some would say I'm a liq

Send my bitch for the drop
And she gon run it back
She get it gone quick
Like a quarterback
Fuckin in the penthouse
I'ma break her back
Said she like fuckin to my tracks

Now we up
Lookin' down on all these haters
Circle getting small
Cuz these clowns getting faker
Got some nice buns
But she ain't no baker
If she got a mans
I just might have to take her