Roty
Ready Set Go yeah
Ready Set Go yeah
Ready set go
I'm afraid to let go
I'm the rookie of the year I'm coming first I'm gettin gold
I got Vvs up on my neck and wrist it's getting cold
Keep on callin me I call her Siri she all up in my phone
That bitch keep callin me Simon she gon' do just what she told (yeah)
I swear bitches just be lyin' man these bitches gettin bold
Why these niggas hate on me I swear that shit is gettin old
Everybody claim they G but they ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
They ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
Bitch you know it's cuzzi I'm finna get up in my mode (yeah)
No I ain't no stripper but you know I keep that pole (yeah)
She can't ride no dick then tell that bitch she gettin' towed (yeah)
If it ain't about money I can't talk put you on hold (yeah)
I know you ain't got money you've been trappin' for a whole year
That boy got caught lackin never been I'll never fold (yeah)
She call me sub zero because my neck is hella froze (yeah)
That boy want to be me that's my son yeah that's my clone
Diamonds on my neck these ain't no jewels these ain't no stones
I just copped some Fendi I might take a trip to Rome
She rocking some fenti while I'm rocking my Vlone
Fighting all these demons in my head when I'm alone
I pull out this chrome I bet he's gonna watch his tone
Rookie of the year and yes I did it on my own
I know she want me cause Cuzzi hot just like a stove
Ready set go
I'm afraid to let go
I'm the rookie of the year I'm coming first I'm gettin gold
I got Vs up on my neck and wrist it's getting cold
Keep on callin me I call her Siri she all up in my phone
That bitch keep callin me Simon she gon' do just what she told (yeah)
I swear bitches just be lyin' man these bitches gettin bold
Why these niggas hate on me I swear that shit is gettin old
Everybody claim they G but they ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
This that rookie of the year shit
Back then you ain't want me now you wiping off your tears bitch
Keep calling on my phone but baby I don't want to hear it
You done made it clear bitch
I see it the clearest
I might just go walk in the mall you know I'm going to clear it
What you sipping on? I'm sippin' lean this ain't no beer bitch
These diamonds hanging off my neck lookin like a chandelier bitch
I'm the rookie of the year so take this as a souvenir bitch
Ready Set Go yeah
Ready set go
I'm afraid to let go
I'm the rookie of the year I'm coming first I'm gettin gold
I got Vvs up on my neck and wrist it's getting cold
Keep on callin me I call her Siri she all up in my phone
That bitch keep callin me Simon she gon' do just what she told (yeah)
I swear bitches just be lyin' man these bitches gettin bold
Why these niggas hate on me I swear that shit is gettin old
Everybody claim they G but they ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
They ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
Bitch you know it's cuzzi I'm finna get up in my mode (yeah)
No I ain't no stripper but you know I keep that pole (yeah)
She can't ride no dick then tell that bitch she gettin' towed (yeah)
If it ain't about money I can't talk put you on hold (yeah)
I know you ain't got money you've been trappin' for a whole year
That boy got caught lackin never been I'll never fold (yeah)
She call me sub zero because my neck is hella froze (yeah)
That boy want to be me that's my son yeah that's my clone
Diamonds on my neck these ain't no jewels these ain't no stones
I just copped some Fendi I might take a trip to Rome
She rocking some fenti while I'm rocking my Vlone
Fighting all these demons in my head when I'm alone
I pull out this chrome I bet he's gonna watch his tone
Rookie of the year and yes I did it on my own
I know she want me cause Cuzzi hot just like a stove
Ready set go
I'm afraid to let go
I'm the rookie of the year I'm coming first I'm gettin gold
I got Vs up on my neck and wrist it's getting cold
Keep on callin me I call her Siri she all up in my phone
That bitch keep callin me Simon she gon' do just what she told (yeah)
I swear bitches just be lyin' man these bitches gettin bold
Why these niggas hate on me I swear that shit is gettin old
Everybody claim they G but they ain't stickin' to the code (yeah)
This that rookie of the year shit
Back then you ain't want me now you wiping off your tears bitch
Keep calling on my phone but baby I don't want to hear it
You done made it clear bitch
I see it the clearest
I might just go walk in the mall you know I'm going to clear it
What you sipping on? I'm sippin' lean this ain't no beer bitch
These diamonds hanging off my neck lookin like a chandelier bitch
I'm the rookie of the year so take this as a souvenir bitch
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Writer(s): Evan Miller
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