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li rye – rookie of the year 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

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