Flip A Bird Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

In the kitchen (putting work) 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

In the kitchen 

Said I'm here for money making, I've done lost 'bout all my patience 

Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered up all my bases 

Bitches try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out 

You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day 

You might end up with reasonable doubt 

You fuck with grimey bitches 

Standing over you taking pictures 

While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome 

That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch 

Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen) 

Bout' to push that white instead of that music 

Seems like simpler profit, cos nigga's gossiping like they world-stars 

Empty your bossip, until I find you and empty your pockets 

If 5'9" stop rhyming, I'm driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen) 

I will cop a key and put it on the scale 

In the kitchen (putting work) 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

In the kitchen 

Can't tell y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me 

Nah, we were just doing each other 

We were side by side like everyday 

Didn't care if we ruined each other 

Back then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkill 

I was on weed, I was on dust, might have tried coke when I was on pills 

My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn't on bills 

Whole family disappointed in me, can't imagine how that made my mom feel 

Her one's missing, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son's tripping 

Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen) 

Plus, you and Dad was' on the same road, y'all just left, made it right 

If I didn't learn I'd do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight 

Now I'm on this music shit, trying to get this paper right 

If not I'll be back (in the kitchen) 

Let me get it now 

On Twitter, they murder my mentions 

Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen 

Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is further than fiction 

Their personal mission's worse than snitching 

To any person that listen, now I wanna' kill a hater 

A middle finger by the 'fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen 

Cuz DJ Vlad, he was glad, bullets went into me 

Just to get traffic for his site, should've did him like MMG 

But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV 

And now I'm back (in the kitchen) but should I be 

Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady deal 

But I'm out here chasing that paper still 

Push Kush, Coke and crazy pills 

Me being shot online, didn't stop my grind 

Nigga I don't mind, and if I dont rhyme (I'm in the kitchen) 

I will cop a key and put it on the scale 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

In the kitchen 

Just when a nigga thought it couldn't get worse 

The hearse reversed, scooped my cuz up after grandma left Earth 

That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed 

No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse 

No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver 

With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I'm a barber 

Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack 

An then placing the crack in 12 12's 

I ain't play with the crack, I was making up stacks 

All day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it back 

Now I'm tryna do my thing with this rap 

Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies 

Ain't gotta flip birds On the curb 

Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh 

Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through 

If not I be back at my momma's table (in the kitchen) 

I will cop a key and put it 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird 

In the kitchen