I'm a Cut You
You see me in the middle of a conversation?
Don't interrupt
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Look at here, lil homie
This Bon Qui Qui
I see them haters watching
Still trying to be me
I'm out the hood now
No more more taking orders
No more more King Burger
No more, "Excuse me, sir?"
Your girls are done upgraded
So some could say she made it
I was on that 9 to 5
And now I'm on that gotta get paid if
You wanna act tough
Then watch this blade cut
I'll pull that weave out
These heffers be like, "What? What? What?"
That 808'll hit you
Right where the good Lord split you
Some just don't get the picture
This one for all my sisters
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
I know it's been a while
And you wonder where I been so long
I was on that loving tip
But I got played out by my man Dawan
Now I really don't need a man
I'm a lot better off girl, on my own
Plus he in the hospital
I warned him; now that boy is gone
They think I'm crazy now
But watch what I'm gon do
40 million hits without the help of Auto-Tune the News
They call that "certified"
I call that "hood logic"
I love my fans more
Than any of my profits
So when you hear this track
Replay and play it back
I'm ghetto fabulous
I put the ghetto on the map
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Yeah
This ones for all the haters out there
Trying to hate on me
Trying to tell me I ain't gon be nothing
Trying to hate on my game
You know what I'm saying?
Like I remember that one time
In 3rd grade
When Kim
You wouldn't let me use your pencil sharpener
So I couldn't sharpen my pencil
I couldn't answer none of my questions right
On my test
And I mess up
Yeah, look at me now
It's because of Mikey, trying to hate on me
He stole my shoe laces
Man, I still can't tie my shoes
Sucka
This will also go--
Hey, what happened to the beat?
We're done, Bon Qui Qui
Hello, Mr. Producer!
I can hear you
Mr. Producer Man!
I can hear you
What happened to the beat?
Why you turn it off? (it's done)
It's done; your time's up
But I ain't even finish
I'm sorry!
No, I got like ten more people that done hated on me
That's not my problem
You hating, sir
I'm not hating, Bon Qui Qui
Excuse me, sir?
What!
Rude
Don't interrupt
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Look at here, lil homie
This Bon Qui Qui
I see them haters watching
Still trying to be me
I'm out the hood now
No more more taking orders
No more more King Burger
No more, "Excuse me, sir?"
Your girls are done upgraded
So some could say she made it
I was on that 9 to 5
And now I'm on that gotta get paid if
You wanna act tough
Then watch this blade cut
I'll pull that weave out
These heffers be like, "What? What? What?"
That 808'll hit you
Right where the good Lord split you
Some just don't get the picture
This one for all my sisters
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
I know it's been a while
And you wonder where I been so long
I was on that loving tip
But I got played out by my man Dawan
Now I really don't need a man
I'm a lot better off girl, on my own
Plus he in the hospital
I warned him; now that boy is gone
They think I'm crazy now
But watch what I'm gon do
40 million hits without the help of Auto-Tune the News
They call that "certified"
I call that "hood logic"
I love my fans more
Than any of my profits
So when you hear this track
Replay and play it back
I'm ghetto fabulous
I put the ghetto on the map
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So misunderstood
But I'm a cut you (hey)
This ain't a game to me
Boy, I really wish you would
Try and watch what happens
I'm a cut you (hey)
That's how it's going down
Don't nobody play around
I'm a shut it down
So if you're rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Rude, rude, I'm a cut
Yeah
This ones for all the haters out there
Trying to hate on me
Trying to tell me I ain't gon be nothing
Trying to hate on my game
You know what I'm saying?
Like I remember that one time
In 3rd grade
When Kim
You wouldn't let me use your pencil sharpener
So I couldn't sharpen my pencil
I couldn't answer none of my questions right
On my test
And I mess up
Yeah, look at me now
It's because of Mikey, trying to hate on me
He stole my shoe laces
Man, I still can't tie my shoes
Sucka
This will also go--
Hey, what happened to the beat?
We're done, Bon Qui Qui
Hello, Mr. Producer!
I can hear you
Mr. Producer Man!
I can hear you
What happened to the beat?
Why you turn it off? (it's done)
It's done; your time's up
But I ain't even finish
I'm sorry!
No, I got like ten more people that done hated on me
That's not my problem
You hating, sir
I'm not hating, Bon Qui Qui
Excuse me, sir?
What!
Rude
Credits
Writer(s): David Arthur Garcia, Jose Manwell Reyes, Anjelah Johnson
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