Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Made Alot

Made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed

Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed

Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed

But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate

Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed

Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed

Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed

But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate man

Ay what fuck it then

Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint

Bubbling up again on my hood

Gotta get it while the gettin good

Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood

If you could you should slam doors on hoes

I 5th wheel my trunk while white-wallin my vogues

I tight walk on these foes just to flex

Ain't no sense in stepping out if I can't never look my best

Damn, don't stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll

Ain't no place I can't go, never trick on no stank hoe

It was like that back when I was in my mama's stomach

A player slid up out the womb and hit the ground running

Never stumbling always gunning like a popped glock

Keep a hater boxed out

So I could rebound and ball for the top spot

All the same I'm a staple in the game

Ain't never been no lame

That's why I find it strange when I...

Uh

Who the fuck are you

Texting me at 1: 46 in the evening

Meant the morning, after midnight

While I'm yawning, you were sleeping

4 door Chevy roll I'm out'cha creeping

Slamming doors in

Heavy things but I want some more with playa pose

Roll up on hoes they say they knew me from high school

Maybe community college, claim you wanna do some thangs

But I can do without it, my mama name "Such and such"

And we gonna be like baby powder

Baby I doubt it

It's hard to swallow, you wanna lay up

I want a dollar

For the machine, I'm kinda thirsty

A little parched, she wanna ride, no you cannot

She say I'm mean I say just a hoes

And dumb niggas, kinda like you, them Bs and doe's

Reject request on Facebook, daily duckin lames

All you know is my patna & 'em then my name,

Plus you heard that I...

You probably see me in the street but nigga you don't know me

Big Sant bitch motherfucking OG

From the Sip get a grip wanna visit take a trip

Ain't a nigga dead or alive that can say that I done flipped

I'm from the land of the cheese, home of the slave

Don't confuse me with no lame, cause that's just what I ain't

Alumni forever put that on the nigga next to me,

Started out writing rhymes ended up writing a legacy

They hollerin there he go again

What's his name, where his folk?

Call him Kurt, call him KRIT?

Fuck that nigga I ain't sure,

He got beats, heard him flow

Like a couple years ago

He alright, kinda tight

Shawty like him on the low

There he go, too much soul

I wouldn't buy it out the store

Plus I saw him in the club

One who hollered at my hoe

Just because he got some dough

From a deal he think he I'll

I bet that's how that motherfucka feel

And on the real I think he changed...