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rookie of the year - li rye lyrics

[intro]
(skeeo went crazy)
ayy on red, this finna be one of my best songs of the year
(call that boy duhvinci how he up and just paint sh*t)
big 26k sh*t, n*gga

[verse]
i’m the rookie of the year, that p*ssy know that’s why he on my d*ck
when i’m an hour away at home, i’m ridin’ with so many sticks
i throw a k behind that trey, ain’t gotta wonder if i’m on that sh*t, n*gga, i come direct with it
when you say my name, b*tch, you better mention respect with it
i don’t give a f*ck because i blew up rapping, b*tch, i’m still with it
and free my n*ggas that got caught up trappin’ and was in love with them switches
no, i can’t get caught up with no ho, i don’t send my lo’ to b*tches
free jb and rod, they watched they big brother run up them digits
free jb and rod, they watched they big bruh, chase n*ggas down with bl!ckies
i put on for ‘bama like nick saban, b*tch, i’m known for blitzin’
i’m on your ass soon as you play, same time act like i ain’t payin’ you no attention
they flew me to la, but i’m still in the trenches
thuggin’ with them bounty hunters daily, know this sh*t get wicked
i know bu gon’ shoot until it cl!ck, bhlacky don’t do no missing
grrt, rat*tat, boom, that’s a rapper n*gga dead for speaking on my name
i just wan’ shoot you in your sh*t, i don’t even wan’ take your chain
time to remind you you a b*tch, just a f*ck n*gga with some fame
now while you sittin’ on top the mountain, b*tch, i’m outside leaving stains
soon your brother ‘nem pop out, i’ma make sure he ain’t the same
p*ssy n*gga called me a rookie like that ain’t who changed the game, this sh*t ’bout my respect
this sh*t ain’t ’bout no money, ’bout no fame, ’bout no car
’bout no business, ’bout no diamonds, ’bout no riches, ’bout no none of that
i heard that f*ck n*gga spoke on my name and i ain’t know none of that
say the b*tch a k!ller? grew up bumpin’ that ho, but ain’t no more of that
in traffic stop, the bullets at his head, you know i’m throwing that
i been tryna f*ck this long head b*tch for long, that ho, she throw it back
i been tryna f*ck this long head b*tch so long, i hope she throw it back
i know that n*gga richer than a b*tch, i can’t go rack for rack
don’t forget i’m still knee*deep in the trenches, i can go tat for tat
n*gga, i could go whack for whack
n*gga, i can go body for body, i can go hat for hat
i don’t want that f*ck n*gga around me, i already heard he was scared
why the f*ck we got beef with a mess of them n*ggas bled?
i don’t know if they think this sh*t a game or not, but wait until it’s blood shed
wait until we catch one of them n*ggas coming out the club on some drunk sh*t
these 7.62’s hit like a f*cking truck, i’m tryna dump sh*t
oh, they outside lacking? we beat they block down like a drum, b*tch
you lucky if the paramedics come ’cause this the slum, b*tch
ain’t check in with my bond in like two months, think i’m back on the run
but you know i don’t give a f*ck
i’ll up my gun and shoot this b*tch broad day, right under the sun
i’m sick in the head, in love with murder, i do this sh*t for fun
[outro]
haha, ayy, ayy
big 26k sh*t, n*gga
big ytg, yellow tape, n*gga
i’ll bust yo head like a grape, n*gga
i bang with bounty hunters, don’t f*ck with—
real gangsta, i don’t need no gun to rob your ass, boy, you get shanked, n*gga
it’s tatted in my face, you know i’m big 26k, n*gga
it’s tatted in my face, i don’t show no love to no fake n*gga
i give you everything you want why you still wan’ eat off my plate, n*gga
how you ask for some of mine when i ordered less so you could get steak, n*gga?
so many nights i suffered just for your days to be great, n*gga
that’s why i don’t understand when i’m not around why it’s never love and always hate, my n*gga
my, my n*gga
i’m done

- li rye lyrics

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