Ninth grade
Listen, nigga
Yeah
Gah
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High 
When you in the trap, all these rules apply 
Keep it in your lap, not to the side 
End up successful, all your cars glide 
Breathe easy , bitch I might just teach you 
Not a pleaser , I might Mickey Ds her 
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena 
Die any nigga, ayy, no meal 
Momma duck eating good like she posed to 
Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too 
Spent a sixty on the bracelet but it old news 
Spent a dime on the red carpet, ooh-ooh 
So many black chains on, look like a goatee 
I re-up every week 
Your bitch gon suck me, look like she dont got no teeth 
She even suck it better than the time she on her knees 
Bring a Molly, yeah, Ill see, hey 
Im smoking pot while you smoke weed, ayy, wait, hey 
Just cause Im signed, dont mean treat me 
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High 
When you in the trap, all these rules apply 
Keep it in your lap, not to the side 
End up successful, all your cars glide 
Breathe easy , bitch, I might just teach you 
Not a pleaser , I might Mickey Ds her 
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena 
Die any nigga, ayy, no meal 
Quavo
Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge 
All of my niggas one thousand, they get it
Your niggas, you flexing, and fraudulent 
Two bitches with me, they ménaging 
I fuck em and smash em, put em on the market 
I make them go cook and they bring me the money back 
Movin silent, camouflagin 
Shout out Skippa Da Flippa, came up from nickles 
Green diamonds like a dill pickle 
Everybody know that Im in the field 
Drinking and pouring up double seal 
Remember the days when I was road runnin 
Taking trips across the country just for money 
You fuck with my squad then they start dumpin 
Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan 
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High 
When you in the trap, all these rules apply 
Keep it in your lap, not to the side 
End up successful, all your cars glide 
Breathe easy , bitch, I might just teach you 
Not a pleaser , I might Mickey Ds her 
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena 
Die any nigga, ayy, no meal 
Offset
These niggas be watching, they speculate 
Feeling myself but no masturbation 
Im 22, rich with no education 
The worlds gonna end one day, read it in Revelations 
Good brain, she deserve a scholarship 
The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it 
These bitches be callin my phone and Im mackin em, dappin em 
My diamonds came in from Africa 
Im smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador 
I got on my Cartier eating on caviar 
Actavis sippin, lickin on her nipple 
Double down F&N shooting out missiles 
Cowards get attention like a nigga when he whistle 
Them niggas caught you slipping cause you didnt have a pistol 
OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle 
Two bitches with me nigga, call me Malcolm in the middle 
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High 
When you in the trap, all these rules apply 
Keep it in your lap, not to the side 
End up successful, all your cars glide 
Breathe easy , bitch, I might just teach you 
Not a pleaser , I might Mickey Ds her 
Hey, top rope, I might John Cena 
Die any nigga, ayy, no meal 
Ninth grade I was serving quarter pound 
Trap rules, nigga scrap, jugging pounds 
Make them move it like John Cena 
Catch a nigga bitch while Im eating 
Diamonds on my neck, blinging 
In the Phantom of the opera leaning 
Two double cup got me fiendin 
I dream of genie bitches in bikinis 
They dreaming for the fettuccine 
Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini 
Giuseppes on my feet, safari zebras 
Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee 
Sit you ass down like Im Beanie Sigel 
Whats crackin? Crippin nigga, twisting fingers 
Longway and Thugger Jonesboro South demeanor 
I step in the club with the .40 and Nina 
Look at his head call it buzzle bee 
Smoking OG Moon Rocks mixed with the Diesel 
Givenchy walking on the stars 
Lil bitty bitches, just eat it up 
Jump on the dick, she gon skin it up 
Pull up in a fuckin Bentley truck 
Longway, bitch