Key Glock - Quarterback Lyrics

(Dun Deal, hey)
(Ooh lala, Shaz)
Ayy (Yo, Manny)

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 nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback

Beat a 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
Yup, 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 hustlin' since a little (yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (yeah)
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some' (yeah)

Still money hungry, right now on a meal run
Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then deal done", yeah
Bitch, I be ballin', ballin', Spalding and Wilson
I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some more up 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 gettin' money, it's some pros and it's some cons
Yup, I'm in the streets not industry, these niggas nothin' but punks

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 nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats (uh-uh)
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback