Waka Flocka Flame - Rookie of the Year (Interlude) lyrics

Man, y'all n***as like... I don't know what's wrong with these s**er-a** n***as, man Yeah, man You know, bruh home The n***a got out of jail, like: :What the f**? Little bruh, you rapping for real?" Man, I just looked at the n***a, like: "Bruh, I don't what the f** happened to me, man Think it was the weed" Yeah, man, auntie's like Goddamn, man, calls are coming through Man, I got shows and sh** On no, no bullsh**, making ten-five a weekend-type sh** Like, "What the f**? This n***a..." I was rapping off one mixtape, man I got a twenty-ounce Sprite bottle on my motherf**ing neck, n***a Hoes s**ing my dick and f**ing my charm, man My green bird, but my green bird get more p**y than these n***as, man Crazy a** n***a, man