Quarterback lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, it go bling-blaow
Now I'm getting to the top, want to call me now
All of the bumps on the road, it can't break me down
It goes around and it comes around
Started movin' forward, I can never turn back
Some things you cannot delete from the past
b*tch, you know that I'm stable, got racks in the bag
Catchin' them racks from the quarterback

[Verse 1]
It was all on my phone, got a lot, I made it
When I step in the office, they know I'm a preacher
Why your b*tch on my di*k? n*gga, you can keep her
Triple S on my feet, I ain't rockin' Arenas
"Pasto Flocco, you don't know him, n*gga, you sleeping"
b*tch, I'm killing sh*t like grim, like a reaper
I'm only fifteen, spending racks with the Visa
Yeah, I need me a ride or die, I need a keeper, yeah

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, it go bling-blaow
Now I'm getting to the top, want to call me now
All of the bumps on the road, it can't break me down
It goes around and it comes around
Started movin' forward, I can never turn back
Some things you cannot delete from the past
b*tch, you know that I'm stable, got racks in the bag
Catchin' them racks from the quarterback
[Bridge]
sh*t getting real when it hit on the fan
n*gga switched up on your mans
Keep it a hundred, bro, keep it a band
Oh, that boy sneak dissing, got post on the 'gram
All of my n*ggas, we was showing love

[Verse 2]
Runnin' on the game like Kimbo
Got the game in a headlock like Kimbo
Chopper make a n*gga limbo like limbo
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
I'm thinkin' so positive, gold at the end of the rainbow
Hop in a Ghost, boy, you hop in a Range or the Rover
(Hop in a Ghost, boy, you hop in a Range or the Rover)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck, it go bling-blaow
Now I'm getting to the top, want to call me now
All of the bumps on the road, it can't break me down
It goes around and it comes around
Started movin' forward, I can never turn back
Some things you cannot delete from the past
b*tch, you know that I'm stable, got racks in the bag
Catchin' them racks from the quarterback
[Outro]
Catchin' them racks from the quarterback, yeah
Catchin' them racks from the quarterback, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah, hey, yeah