Cash Kidd - Rookie of the Year

Song Rating: 8.30/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I dropped one song, they thought I was done but Im still snappin
I seen my ex the other day that b**h still a ratchet
Yeah Im a silly a** n***a but Im still savage, I paid all this money for this belt, but Im still saggin
These n***as think because I rap I wont come spread the chopper, it aint sh** for me to pull them toys out like a baby shower
And we dont beef over no p**y n***a save the drama
Jimmy hit my sister, so I went and f**ed his baby momma
It aint a problem what we supposed to do?
Bang a [?] hell nah, this sh** a piece of cake I feel like Betty Crocker
One thing about us, we dont trip we let the hoes choose
Getting brain while Im at the crib call that home school
Free Lee, E.T., man and FreeTone I get excited when they call my number, like bingo
She boost it like we used to go together, f** is she on?
b**h I never cuffed yo right a**, you is just one of my freak hoes

Be smooth and get yo b**h f**ed
A n***a say he f**ed my b**h, Im like which one?
Grinded hard all year, sh** I went dumb
Rookie of the Year, I deserve to get my dick s**ed
I know if I aint do sh** I know I went dumb
Hit the mall up, me and my n***as tore that b**h up
Everywhere we go these hoes choose, they cant pick one
I been workin hard, I deserve to get my dick s**ed

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
You braggin about all these hoes, then n***a share some
I bust all in her weave, you picked her up and got her hair done
That p**y as tight as a bear hug, I beat it up like a snare drum
My n***a smoke that dog a** weed, call that Air Bud

Where the competition? Line em up like a haircut
Ear rings froze, god damn I need ear muffs
My b**h trippin I said b**h I want my old hoes back, she s**ed the life out of my dick like take your old hoes back, oh sh**
Im finna make a movie watch all these hoes go and get their cameras
I spread n***as like disinfection
I send shots like a picture mat
Off the hook Im disconnected
My pockets fat them b**hes printed
I dont sneak diss, if the shoe fits you better wear that b**h like Cinderella
Diamonds all in the bezzle, what time is it?
Make the fox for gettin Glocks, I give you hams straight up and down like its sixoclock
If I aint gettin guap then Im gettin top from a little thot, let a n***a plot my, trigger finger it itchin b**h
Pop Pop


[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
I fell out with some lames but I still f** with my real goons, you talkin crazy? Yeah okay, we gon see who k** who
After I f** you gotta go, you know the drill boo
I been busted my nut, why this b**h talkin like we still cool
After a n***a hear me rap he grab a pen and paper, I influenced n***as to go hard I did you n***as favors
What the f** you n***as dont have no damn swag
Tuckin in yall shirt tryna show off, yall belt so damn bad
That sh** crazy its hilarious, you n***as is embarrasin, I feel like the East me and me n***as done f**ed erry b**h
Run up on some jelly sh** I sting you like a jellyfish, then stomp you with my Air Force 1s on some Nelly sh**
[?] thinkin they f**in with me than that b**h dumb
f** yall favorite, Ill f** everyone on that list up
My first song I hit like a million views in like 6 months, so if I dont get sh** b**h I need to get my dick s**ed


Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 17:33