Rookie Of The Year by Vilardz Lyrics
[Chorus]
Pull up to your crib if we got smoke
My wrist so icy it got me feeling cold
Shawty in the back, she smoking all that dope
You and your friends, all ya'll be broke
Me and my boy B.A.T.H, we the number 1 team
The rest of ya'll is drowsy from drinking that lean
If you be loosing we can always run it back
Just don't be surprised when I'm stacking them racks
Ya'll be mad at the rapper spitting facts
In reality ya'll rooting for the rapper that lacks
My chain swinging the low like you know how it go
I'm in the fast lane cuz ya'll be moving slow
[Verse]
Bought you a chain so you thought you was hot
But your money so whack you be throwing cheap shots
This song so hard your bout to start to slant
We be on the come up like Ja Morant
You know we rocking that number 24
Don't be shook if there's a knock at your door
Finna clamp you up like I was the claw
Ain't no way you beating me, that's for sure
Check my stats, I be ballin' everyday
Don't make me pull out that lethal fade away
Finna cross you up like you won't know the way
That's why you and me can never be the same
[Bridge]
Head to the line, I make the free throw
Make big cash, like casino
We childish, I'm talking Gambino
Get you pissed off like a Latino
Head to the line, I make the free throw
Make big cash, like casino
We childish, I'm talking Gambino
Get you pissed off like a Latino
[Chorus]
Pull up to your crib if we got smoke
My wrist so icy it got me feeling cold
Shawty in the back, she smoking all the dope
You and your friends, all ya'll be broke
Me and my boy B.A.T.H, we the number 1 team
The rest of ya'll is drowsy from drinking that lean
If you be loosing we can always run it back
Just don't be surprised when I'm stacking them racks
Ya'll be mad at the rapper spitting facts
In reality ya'll rooting for the rapper that lacks
My chain swinging the low like you know how it go
I'm in the fast lane cuz ya'll be moving slow
[Outro]
Bought you a chain so you thought you was hot
But your money so whack you be throwing cheap shots
This song so hard your bout to start to slant
We be on the come up like Ja Morant
Pull up to your crib if we got smoke
My wrist so icy it got me feeling cold
Shawty in the back, she smoking all that dope
You and your friends, all ya'll be broke
Me and my boy B.A.T.H, we the number 1 team
The rest of ya'll is drowsy from drinking that lean
If you be loosing we can always run it back
Just don't be surprised when I'm stacking them racks
Ya'll be mad at the rapper spitting facts
In reality ya'll rooting for the rapper that lacks
My chain swinging the low like you know how it go
I'm in the fast lane cuz ya'll be moving slow
[Verse]
Bought you a chain so you thought you was hot
But your money so whack you be throwing cheap shots
This song so hard your bout to start to slant
We be on the come up like Ja Morant
You know we rocking that number 24
Don't be shook if there's a knock at your door
Finna clamp you up like I was the claw
Ain't no way you beating me, that's for sure
Check my stats, I be ballin' everyday
Don't make me pull out that lethal fade away
Finna cross you up like you won't know the way
That's why you and me can never be the same
[Bridge]
Head to the line, I make the free throw
Make big cash, like casino
We childish, I'm talking Gambino
Get you pissed off like a Latino
Head to the line, I make the free throw
Make big cash, like casino
We childish, I'm talking Gambino
Get you pissed off like a Latino
[Chorus]
Pull up to your crib if we got smoke
My wrist so icy it got me feeling cold
Shawty in the back, she smoking all the dope
You and your friends, all ya'll be broke
Me and my boy B.A.T.H, we the number 1 team
The rest of ya'll is drowsy from drinking that lean
If you be loosing we can always run it back
Just don't be surprised when I'm stacking them racks
Ya'll be mad at the rapper spitting facts
In reality ya'll rooting for the rapper that lacks
My chain swinging the low like you know how it go
I'm in the fast lane cuz ya'll be moving slow
[Outro]
Bought you a chain so you thought you was hot
But your money so whack you be throwing cheap shots
This song so hard your bout to start to slant
We be on the come up like Ja Morant