Rookie of the Year - Cash Kidd

I dropped one song, they thought I was done but I’m still snappin'

I seen my ex the other day that bitch still a ratchet

Yeah I’m a silly ass nigga but I’m still savage, I paid all this money for this

belt, but I’m still saggin'

These niggas think because I rap I won’t come spread the chopper,

it ain’t shit for me to pull them toys out like a baby shower

And we don’t beef over no pussy nigga save the drama

Jimmy hit my sister, so I went and fucked his baby momma

It ain’t a problem what we supposed to do?

Bang a about it hell nah, this shit 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, fuck is she on?

Bitch I never cuffed yo right ass, you is just one of my freak hoes

Be smooth and get yo bitch fucked

A nigga say he fucked my bitch, I’m like which one?

Grinded hard all year, shit I went dumb

Rookie of the Year, I deserve to get my dick sucked

I know if I ain’t do shit I know I went dumb

Hit the mall up, me and my niggas tore that bitch up

Everywhere we go these hoes choose, they can’t pick one

I been workin' hard, I deserve to get my dick sucked

You braggin' about all these hoes, then nigga share some

I bust all in her weave, you picked her up and got her hair done

That pussy as tight as a bear hug, I beat it up like a snare drum

My nigga smoke that dog ass weed, call that Air Bud

Where the competition?

Line em up like a haircut

Ear rings froze, god damn I need ear muffs

My bitch trippin' I said «bitch I want my old hoes back», she sucked the life

out of my dick like take your old hoes back, oh shit

I’m finna make a movie watch all these hoes go and get their cameras

I spread niggas like disinfection

I send shots like a picture mat

Off the hook I’m disconnected

My pockets fat them bitches printed

I don’t sneak diss, if the shoe fits you better wear that bitch 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 nigga plot my, trigger finger it itchin' bitch

Pop Pop

I fell out with some lames but I still fuck with my real goons, you talkin

crazy?

Yeah okay, we gon' see who kill who

After I fuck you gotta go, you know the drill boo

I been busted my nut, why this bitch talkin' like we still cool

After a nigga hear me rap he grab a pen and paper, I influenced niggas to go

hard I did you niggas favors

What the fuck you niggas don’t have no damn swag

Tuckin' in y’all shirt tryna show off, y’all belt so damn bad

That shit crazy it’s hilarious, you niggas is embarrasin', I feel like the East

me and me niggas done fucked e’rry bitch

Run up on some jelly shit I sting you like a jellyfish, then stomp you with my

Air Force 1's on some Nelly shit

thinkin' they fuckin' with me than that bitch dumb

Fuck y’all favorite, I’ll fuck everyone on that list up

My first song I hit like a million views in like 6 months, so if I don’t get

shit bitch I need to get my dick sucked