Rookie of the Year
[Intro]
Yeah, (Yeah)
What a fuck n***a gon’ say now?
[Chorus]
Young n***a, done pissed me off
I’m gon’ say this shit over, and over
Young n***a, gon’ hear me
I hear ‘em saying “it’s smoke”
He a joke, he gon’ choke
On this smoke, when i pull up hemi
We gon’ Spin, Spin, Spin
And guarantee, he burn like a chicken roast thierry
I hear ‘em dissing me, i had to block that ho
I ain’t want her
She talking ‘bout she “missing me”
[Verse]
You ain’t finna let me fuck
I ain’t coming, if i ever fuck ya, you better not mention me
They still sleeping on me, ima wake ‘em up, but ain’t nobody pitching me
You still running, running, running from me, i know you getting tired
I got shooters, for all of ya shooters
If my shooter, don’t shot them he getting fired
[Chorus]
Young n***a, done pissed me off
I’m gon’ say this shit over, and over
Young n***a, gon’ hear me
I hear ‘em saying “it’s smoke”
He a joke, he gon’ choke
On this smoke, when i pull up hemi
We gon’ Spin, Spin, Spin
And guarantee, he burn like a chicken roast thierry
I hear ‘em dissing me, i had to block that ho
I ain’t want her
She talking ‘bout she “missing me”
[Outro]
Yeah, on God
Yeah, (Yeah)
What a fuck n***a gon’ say now?
[Chorus]
Young n***a, done pissed me off
I’m gon’ say this shit over, and over
Young n***a, gon’ hear me
I hear ‘em saying “it’s smoke”
He a joke, he gon’ choke
On this smoke, when i pull up hemi
We gon’ Spin, Spin, Spin
And guarantee, he burn like a chicken roast thierry
I hear ‘em dissing me, i had to block that ho
I ain’t want her
She talking ‘bout she “missing me”
[Verse]
You ain’t finna let me fuck
I ain’t coming, if i ever fuck ya, you better not mention me
They still sleeping on me, ima wake ‘em up, but ain’t nobody pitching me
You still running, running, running from me, i know you getting tired
I got shooters, for all of ya shooters
If my shooter, don’t shot them he getting fired
[Chorus]
Young n***a, done pissed me off
I’m gon’ say this shit over, and over
Young n***a, gon’ hear me
I hear ‘em saying “it’s smoke”
He a joke, he gon’ choke
On this smoke, when i pull up hemi
We gon’ Spin, Spin, Spin
And guarantee, he burn like a chicken roast thierry
I hear ‘em dissing me, i had to block that ho
I ain’t want her
She talking ‘bout she “missing me”
[Outro]
Yeah, on God