Lyrics

[Chorus] Studio my kitchen and we cookin' up (Hot, hot!) Better not talk shit, 'cause then we pullin' up (Skrt!) Enough with your lies, you can stop bullin' us (Bullin' us) All these bitches want us in they flats, that's prolly why they pullin' us (Pullin' us) Why the fuck's the label callin' us? (Ring, ring) Is it 'cause we balling, huh? (Grr!) Now they thinking that we've fallen off (Woah, woah, woah!) Even though we really ballin' off (Ballin!) Fuck that album, I think that I should call it off (Call it off) So we pullin' up in Off-White (Drip, splash!) Don't fuck with us, 'cause we not nice (Not nice!) Motherfuckers my age got lice (Argh!) Pass the plants over, then we got high (Woo!) The cops pulled me ovеr, they let me off 'cause hot, white Off-White [Verse] These days is sick, Yamu callin' me a prick I said "Suck my fucking dick", so he motherfucking did In my bedroom where I hid, so I remove the fucking lid And I eat a couple ribs, home alone in the crib I'm alone with this chick, put my hand on her thigh She replies with "Oh my!", where's my V-Card, oh I sold mine Young boy been working in the gold mine I done did it in no time, back when I had no rhymes When I was feeling so fine But I remember the days, family was gettin' no pay Celebrities comin' out gay, Marylin Manson made me afraid I said that I'm gonna get out of this shit one day But from then every week was a Monday Mother comin' home drunk, fallin' off my own bunk Then I found this shit, Crunk, then I took a big jump Soon I'm the sick, everybody looking up to me I'm every single thing that a man wanna be All these other motherfuckers under me Don't go dissing you the son of me I got so big, that I got a hunnid keys To every girl's heart, still inside I'm motherfucking Bart Big shout to JJ, thanks to you, I'll make it in the charts [Chorus] Studio my kitchen and we cookin' up (Hot, hot!) Better not talk shit, 'cause then we pullin' up (Skrt!) Enough with your lies, you can stop bullin' us (Bullin' us) All these bitches want us in they flats, that's prolly why they pullin' us (Pullin' us) Why the fuck's the label callin' us? (Ring, ring) Is it 'cause we balling, huh? (Grr!) Now they thinking that we've fallen off (Woah, woah, woah!) Even though we really ballin' off (Ballin!) Fuck that album, I think that I should call it off (Call it off) So we pullin' up in Off-White (Drip, splash!) Don't fuck with us, 'cause we not nice (Not nice!) Motherfuckers my age got lice (Argh!) Pass the plants over, then we got high (Woo!) The cops pulled me over, they let me off 'cause hot, white Off-White