
rookie of the year Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Fresh on the scene (Whoa, oh)
Rookie of the year
These golds in my mouth, baby no veneers (Let's go)
Mike Jack, I'm the man in the mirror
Just hope I don't crash when I'm up in the Urus
She finna get blocked if she keep sayin' period
I'm steppin' in 23's, this not Amiri's
Can tell she a fan by the way she be cheerin' (Whoa, oh)
Like a pigeon, in love with the bread
All these questions, you must be the feds
Shawty ridin' on me like a sled
Don't need yo opinion, don't care what you said
She say"I'm her man", I don't know what that mean
Circle small, 'cause these folks be too green
How I walk on these beats, be so clean
She ain't down for me, shawty can leave
(Yeah, whoa-oh)
Yeah, shawty can dip
Like Dababy, this straight off the rip
Lil' bro love the Wock, know he wanna sip
FCP, know we ball like the Knicks
Out the way, I'm not all in the mix
I might take my lil' vibe on a trip
Ain't talkin' no Pringles, I'm stackin' these chips (Yes sir)
Can't stop at no light, I'm on go
Like Malotta, put it on the floor
Not a baker, but I need my dough
They be hearin' my raps tryna quote
(They be hearin' my raps tryna quote)
(Sleepin' on me can tell they ain't woke)
(FCP we the ones makin' noise)
(Don't call me yo man shawty no I'm not your's)
No 20's, just 100's and 50's
Locked in, just give me a minute
Me and whoadie, like Jordan and Pippen
We just friends, no I can't do no dealings
(Locked in, just give me a minute)
(Me and whoadie, like Jordan and Pippen)
(Yeah, we just friends, no I can't do no dealings)
Fresh on the scene (Whoa, oh)
Rookie of the year
These golds in my mouth, baby no veneers (Yeah)
Mike Jack, I'm the man in the mirror
Just hope I don't crash when I'm up in the Urus
She finna get blocked if she keep sayin' period
I'm steppin' in 23's, this not Amiri's
Can tell she a fan by the way she be cheerin' (Whoa, oh)
Like a pigeon, in love with the bread
All these questions, you must be the feds
Shawty ridin' on me like a sled
Don't need yo opinion, don't care what you said
She say"I'm her man", I don't know what that mean
Circle small, 'cause these folks be too green
How I walk on these beats, be so clean
She ain't down for me, shawty can leave