Rookie of the year by Trap Jesus Lyrics

Okay drama this a tale from a traplord (turn me up) living legendThe teflon don nigga the dapper the don pulling up in foreigns like im goin back to prom rookie of the year had a season like lebron bad boy like diddy i put real niggas on im bout to burn the city down i play with firearms 745 but this my smoker car hurry up and buy from your local trapstar hurry up and buy im a local trapstar you need jimmy choo glasses just to see a nigga shining im higher than a pilot can't you tell that im the flyest cooler than eskimo im colder than the dead she’s a brain surgeon cause she love giving head niggas acting funny i keep my distance from you lames i got old money but i dont walk with a cane trap jesus be the name yup that boy doin it once i hit the stage i got all the girls losing it box chevy 88 an old school trapper serving on the block so conceited with my swagger fuck your favorite rapper cuz I know that nigga pussy im so icy in the club i got everybody looking everybody jookin im joccin on em i Dont fuck with niggas so im plotting on em fake it jus to kick it niggas lame and they broke time to bring this trap shit back i never lost hope choppa with a scope i can't wait to fuckin bury you im hated by many but im loved by very few the streets is who im married to i can't cheat cuz that ain’t cute no shirt Shawty in the kitchen i love that residue weight it up cook it up throw it in the glass pot three phone shawty im the reason why my city hot boy im about to expose your ass you think you g you really not bitch i got alot of cash you think i really need you thot damn homie i blew his brains out if that nigga on fire i put his flames out self made trapper fuck hand out niggas dick ridin me i had to change routes bad broads everywhere foreign cars everywhere soon as i hit the club i was throwing money everywhere cartier shades with the bust down diamonds the aliens in outer space could see a nigga shining and I know how to whip it im a gourmet chef beating up the pot with the fork in my left three phone shawty in the kitchen with pajamas on baking soda acetone bitch i feel like al capone (turn me up) drama chef yayo cooking up this the rookie of the year freestyle summer starts today nigga