ROOKIEOFTHEYEAR!
Yo
It's cold as fuck when I'm recording this
(Egg Roll I love your shit)
Puffer jacket on
60 Degrees
I'm from fucking florida so that's cold as shit
Hold up
I got the Egg Nog tho so I'm kinda chillin
Egg Roll boutta go in
But I always do
Always do
Always do
I'm next up
Egg Roll up again, performin round the state
Name is goin up like the numbers on my plate
In the next 5 years Imma be one the greats
Makin all this shit and I just made my own damn wave
I'm just tryna make a hit, that's what you say
Actin fraud like a white man with a toupee, (Why you wearin shit?)
What you mood say, I've had such a crude day
I just got a new bae, but she ain't got my number
If I see her again, Imma dodge it like an organ doner
I got hundreds of hits on my record,
I see yo bitch and I duck her, (Bam bam)
Lemme make it clear, I ain't got no fuckin fears,
I'm the rookie of the year, I just spent my summer here
(I'm the rookie of the year, I'm the rookie of the year)
In florida, Stuck in my room make more uh,
Hits now Im comin with the shits
Tryna make it out the pit
Function always feelin lit,
It don't matter if you crip,
Always pop out with the drip,
Back pocket so you know I always got the stick
I'm creepin down the block lookin where to hit a lick
I'm just kidding man
I'm gettin just so sick of shit
I just hopped up in the booth,
This bitch smoked up all my boof
Had to tell the the damn truth,
Get the fuck out or you finna get loose
Had a bitch day all my songs they sound the same,
I just socked them in the face, slap a bitch and it's the same
Where you gone today?
Well shit, we started at the waffle house,
All American Breakfast that shit hold the sour crout
Checked my fuckin stock and was shocked that it all was out
I forgot last night, so maybe that's why
Got a new check so I'm feelin 2 high,
Got another 50 not a cent I ain't sticky
Ocean Gang that's the fuckin clique
If you pop 1-2 it's finna get too trippy,
And it's yo bitch why she actin too pissy
Yo
Asthma fucking me up
Egg Roll up again, performin round the state
Name is goin up like the numbers on my plate
In the next 5 years Imma be one the greats
Makin all this shit and I'm makin my own wave
It's cold as fuck when I'm recording this
(Egg Roll I love your shit)
Puffer jacket on
60 Degrees
I'm from fucking florida so that's cold as shit
Hold up
I got the Egg Nog tho so I'm kinda chillin
Egg Roll boutta go in
But I always do
Always do
Always do
I'm next up
Egg Roll up again, performin round the state
Name is goin up like the numbers on my plate
In the next 5 years Imma be one the greats
Makin all this shit and I just made my own damn wave
I'm just tryna make a hit, that's what you say
Actin fraud like a white man with a toupee, (Why you wearin shit?)
What you mood say, I've had such a crude day
I just got a new bae, but she ain't got my number
If I see her again, Imma dodge it like an organ doner
I got hundreds of hits on my record,
I see yo bitch and I duck her, (Bam bam)
Lemme make it clear, I ain't got no fuckin fears,
I'm the rookie of the year, I just spent my summer here
(I'm the rookie of the year, I'm the rookie of the year)
In florida, Stuck in my room make more uh,
Hits now Im comin with the shits
Tryna make it out the pit
Function always feelin lit,
It don't matter if you crip,
Always pop out with the drip,
Back pocket so you know I always got the stick
I'm creepin down the block lookin where to hit a lick
I'm just kidding man
I'm gettin just so sick of shit
I just hopped up in the booth,
This bitch smoked up all my boof
Had to tell the the damn truth,
Get the fuck out or you finna get loose
Had a bitch day all my songs they sound the same,
I just socked them in the face, slap a bitch and it's the same
Where you gone today?
Well shit, we started at the waffle house,
All American Breakfast that shit hold the sour crout
Checked my fuckin stock and was shocked that it all was out
I forgot last night, so maybe that's why
Got a new check so I'm feelin 2 high,
Got another 50 not a cent I ain't sticky
Ocean Gang that's the fuckin clique
If you pop 1-2 it's finna get too trippy,
And it's yo bitch why she actin too pissy
Yo
Asthma fucking me up
Egg Roll up again, performin round the state
Name is goin up like the numbers on my plate
In the next 5 years Imma be one the greats
Makin all this shit and I'm makin my own wave
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Writer(s): Aidan Caldwell
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