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[00:00.00] 作词 : Young Thug
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Young Thug
[00:02.42]
[00:03.02][Intro: Young Thug]
[00:03.84]Ninth grade
[00:06.91]Listen mother****er
[00:09.93]Yeah
[00:14.52]Gah
[00:15.46]
[00:15.91][Hook: Young Thug]
[00:16.22]Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
[00:18.74]When you in the trap, all these rules apply
[00:22.35]Keep it in your lap, not to the side
[00:26.47]End up successful, all your cars glide
[00:29.80]Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
[00:33.42]Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
[00:37.03]Top rope, I might John Cena (scene her)
[00:41.42]Got in a nigga, aye, no mea
[00:44.24]
[00:44.44][Verse 1: Young Thug]
[00:45.45]Momma duck eating good, like she ‘posed to
[00:48.11]Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too
[00:51.88]Spent a sixty on the bracelet call it old news
[00:55.66]Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh
[00:58.89]So many black chains on, look like a goatee
[01:03.51]I have to re-up every week
[01:08.09]Your b***h gon’ suck me, look like she don’t got no teet
[01:11.11]She even suck it better than the time she ordered me
[01:14.28]Bring a M***y, yeah I’ll see
[01:19.09]I’m smoking pack while you smoke bullshit
[01:22.77]Just cause I’m signed, don’t mean treat me
[01:27.50](What's brackin'?)
[01:28.81]
[01:29.46][Hook: Young Thug]
[01:30.17]Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
[01:32.88]When you in the trap, all these rules apply
[01:36.20]Keep it in your lap, not to the side
[01:39.78]Been so successful, all your cars glide
[01:43.24]Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
[01:47.46]Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
[01:50.88]Top rope, I might just seen her
[01:54.75]Got in a nigga, aye, no mea
[01:58.18]
[01:58.58][Verse 2: Quavo]
[01:59.23]Fifty bands on your head, my niggas take the charge
[02:02.20]All of my niggas one thousand, they get it
[02:04.16]Your niggas, you flexing, and fraudulent
[02:05.77]Two b*****s with me they ménaging
[02:07.29]I **** them, then smash them, put them on the market
[02:09.15]I make them go cook and they bring me the money back
[02:11.61]Move in silent like camouflagin'
[02:13.07]Shoutout Skippa tha Flippa, came up from nickles
[02:14.93]Green diamonds like a dill pickle
[02:16.64]Everybody know that I’m in the field
[02:18.56]Drinking and pouring a double seal
[02:20.46]Remember the days when I was road runnin'
[02:22.39]And taking trips across the country just for money
[02:24.14]You **** with my squad then they start dumpin
[02:26.06]Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan
[02:28.07]
[02:28.51][Hook: Young Thug]
[02:29.42]Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
[02:33.75]When you in the trap, all these rules apply
[02:35.56]Keep it in your lap, not to the side
[02:39.78]Been so successful, all your cars glide
[02:43.02]Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
[02:46.43]Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
[02:50.10]Top rope, I might John Cena
[02:52.86]Got in a nigga, aye, no mea
[02:57.38]
[02:58.03][Verse 3: Offset]
[02:58.35]These niggas be watching, they speculate
[02:59.54]Feeling myself but no m**********n
[03:01.05]I’m 22, rich with no education
[03:02.78]The world’s gonna end one day, read it in Revelations
[03:04.74]Good girl she deserve a scholar*******p
[03:06.71]The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it
[03:08.51]These niggas be callin’ my phone
[03:09.92]And I’m making, I’m dabbing
[03:10.97]And know my diamonds came in from Africa
[03:12.53]Smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador
[03:13.89]Got on my Cartier eating on caviar
[03:15.25]She be super licking on a nigga
[03:17.36]Double down FN shooting out missiles
[03:19.27]Cowards get attention like a b***h when he whistle
[03:21.18]Them niggas caught you slipping cause you didn’t have a pistol
[03:23.09]OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle
[03:24.84]Two niggas with me ****ing, call me Malcolm in the middle
[03:27.01]
[03:27.56][Hook: Young Thug]
[03:27.98]Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
[03:30.94]When you in the trap, all these rules apply
[03:34.81]Keep it in your lap, not to the side
[03:38.24]Been so successful, all your cars glide
[03:41.76]Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
[03:45.52]Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
[03:49.10]Top rope, I might just seen her
[03:53.28]Got in a nigga, aye, no mea
[03:56.55]
[03:57.02][Verse 4: Peewee Longway]
[03:57.67]Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound
[04:00.63]Trap rules, niggas scrap, jugging pound
[04:03.97]Make them move it like John Cena
[04:06.13]Catch a nigga ****ing while I’m eatin
[04:07.79]Diamonds on my neck, blinging
[04:09.50]In the phantom opera leaning
[04:11.26]Two double cup got me feigning
[04:13.18]I dream of genie ****ing in bikini
[04:15.09]They dreaming for the fettuccine
[04:16.91]Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini
[04:18.83]Giuseppe’s on my feet, some foreign zebras
[04:20.58]Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee
[04:22.12]Sit ya ass down like I’m Beanie Sigel
[04:24.35]What’s crackin’, crippin’ niggas, twisting finger
[04:26.10]Longway and Thugger jump in the nina
[04:28.06]I slip in your club with the forty and nina
[04:29.63]Look at his head call it buzzle bee
[04:31.45]Smoking OG Moon Rocks that I mix with the Diesel
[04:33.46]Givenchy walking on the stars
[04:34.91]Look at these niggas, just eat it u
[04:36.42]Choke on the d**k, she just clean it u
[04:38.28]Pull up in a nigga’ Bentley truc
[04:40.09]Longway nigga

文本歌词

作词 : Young Thug
作曲 : Young Thug

Ninth grade
Listen mother****er
Yeah
Gah

Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton 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, mother****er I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope, I might John Cena (scene her)
Got in a nigga, aye, no mea

Momma duck eating good, like she ‘posed to
Spent a dub on my teeth and my golds too
Spent a sixty on the bracelet call it old news
Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh
So many black chains on, look like a goatee
I have to re-up every week
Your b***h gon’ suck me, look like she don’t got no teet
She even suck it better than the time she ordered me
Bring a M***y, yeah I’ll see
I’m smoking pack while you smoke bullshit
Just cause I’m signed, don’t mean treat me
(What's brackin'?)

Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap, not to the side
Been so successful, all your cars glide
Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope, I might just seen her
Got in a nigga, aye, no mea

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 b*****s with me they ménaging
I **** them, then smash them, put them on the market
I make them go cook and they bring me the money back
Move in silent like camouflagin'
Shoutout Skippa tha Flippa, came up from nickles
Green diamonds like a dill pickle
Everybody know that I’m in the field
Drinking and pouring a double seal
Remember the days when I was road runnin'
And taking trips across the country just for money
You **** with my squad then they start dumpin
Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan

Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap, not to the side
Been so successful, all your cars glide
Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope, I might John Cena
Got in a nigga, aye, no mea

These niggas be watching, they speculate
Feeling myself but no m**********n
I’m 22, rich with no education
The world’s gonna end one day, read it in Revelations
Good girl she deserve a scholar*******p
The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it
These niggas be callin’ my phone
And I’m making, I’m dabbing
And know my diamonds came in from Africa
Smoking on Salvia that came from El Salvador
Got on my Cartier eating on caviar
She be super licking on a nigga
Double down FN shooting out missiles
Cowards get attention like a b***h when he whistle
Them niggas caught you slipping cause you didn’t have a pistol
OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle
Two niggas with me ****ing, call me Malcolm in the middle

Ninth grade, quarterback, Wa*******ngton High
When you in the trap, all these rules apply
Keep it in your lap, not to the side
Been so successful, all your cars glide
Breathe easy, mother****er I might just teach ya
Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her
Top rope, I might just seen her
Got in a nigga, aye, no mea

Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound
Trap rules, niggas scrap, jugging pound
Make them move it like John Cena
Catch a nigga ****ing while I’m eatin
Diamonds on my neck, blinging
In the phantom opera leaning
Two double cup got me feigning
I dream of genie ****ing in bikini
They dreaming for the fettuccine
Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini
Giuseppe’s on my feet, some foreign zebras
Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee
Sit ya ass down like I’m Beanie Sigel
What’s crackin’, crippin’ niggas, twisting finger
Longway and Thugger jump in the nina
I slip in your club with the forty and nina
Look at his head call it buzzle bee
Smoking OG Moon Rocks that I mix with the Diesel
Givenchy walking on the stars
Look at these niggas, just eat it u
Choke on the d**k, she just clean it u
Pull up in a nigga’ Bentley truc
Longway nigga