Cash Kidd - Rookie of the Year lyrics

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd] I dropped one song, they thought I was done but I'm still snappin' I seen my ex the other day that b**h still a ratchet Yeah I'm a silly a** n***a but I'm still savage, I paid all this money for this belt, but I'm still saggin' These n***as think because I rap I won't come spread the chopper, it ain't sh** for me to pull them toys out like a baby shower And we don't beef over no p**y n***a save the drama Jimmy hit my sister, so I went and f**ed his baby momma It ain't a problem what we supposed to do? Bang a [?] hell nah, this sh** a piece of cake I feel like Betty Crocker One thing about us, we don't trip we let the hoes choose Getting brain while I'm at the crib call that home school Free Lee, E.T., man and FreeTone I get excited when they call my number, like bingo She boost it like we used to go together, f** is she on? b**h I never cuffed yo right a**, you is just one of my freak hoes [Chorus] Be smooth and get yo b**h f**ed A n***a say he f**ed my b**h, I'm like which one? Grinded hard all year, sh** I went dumb Rookie of the Year, I deserve to get my dick s**ed I know if I ain't do sh** I know I went dumb Hit the mall up, me and my n***as tore that b**h up Everywhere we go these hoes choose, they can't pick one I been workin' hard, I deserve to get my dick s**ed [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] You braggin' about all these hoes, then n***a share some I bust all in her weave, you picked her up and got her hair done That p**y as tight as a bear hug, I beat it up like a snare drum My n***a smoke that dog a** weed, call that Air Bud Where the competition? Line em up like a haircut Ear rings froze, god damn I need ear muffs My b**h trippin' I said "b**h I want my old hoes back", she s**ed the life out of my dick like take your old hoes back, oh sh** I'm finna make a movie watch all these hoes go and get their cameras I spread n***as like disinfection I send shots like a picture mat Off the hook I'm disconnected My pockets fat them b**hes printed I don't sneak diss, if the shoe fits you better wear that b**h like Cinderella Diamonds all in the bezzle, what time is it? Make the fox for gettin' Glocks, I give you hams straight up and down like its six'o'clock If I ain't gettin' guap then I'm gettin' top from a little thot, let a n***a plot my, trigger finger it itchin' b**h Pop Pop [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cash Kidd] I fell out with some lames but I still f** with my real goons, you talkin crazy? Yeah okay, we gon' see who k** who After I f** you gotta go, you know the drill boo I been busted my nut, why this b**h talkin' like we still cool After a n***a hear me rap he grab a pen and paper, I influenced n***as to go hard I did you n***as favors What the f** you n***as don't have no damn swag Tuckin' in y'all shirt tryna show off, y'all belt so damn bad That sh** crazy it's hilarious, you n***as is embarrasin', I feel like the East me and me n***as done f**ed e'rry b**h Run up on some jelly sh** I sting you like a jellyfish, then stomp you with my Air Force 1's on some Nelly sh** [?] thinkin' they f**in' with me than that b**h dumb f** y'all favorite, I'll f** everyone on that list up My first song I hit like a million views in like 6 months, so if I don't get sh** b**h I need to get my dick s**ed [Chorus]