Silly bitch always talking bout
Debbie ain't raw
Debbie ain't real
Debbie don't kill
Too trill
I done told yall bitches
Ima show yall bitches no chill
Silly hoes know
Hating ass bitch
A Debating ass bitch
Whatchu mad you ain't done nothing lately ass bitch
Hoe you hot that i pop bitch stop
I'm a gun off safety ass bitch
Bang bang hoe
Bitch talking with my back turned
Always wanna smile in my face
Caught em taking my place
Girl stop
Bitch freeze
Bitch please
Slap a hoe to the mouth
Lose taste talk now tho
Motherfucker tryna hit
Talk slick like im pitching my shit
Like i could pitch it underhand
You can know exactly where its gonna land
You ain't never hitting this shit motherfucker
I came in alone ima die alone
Don't call for a favor
All you're getting is a dial tone
And my stock going up
You might wanna check the dow jones
Bitch I'm all the way up
There ain't no pay cuts
Straight to majors
They mad they ain't us
And now I'm like fuck that
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these bitches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I'm just getting colder
And that's the way it is until i say its fucking over
Fuck that
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these bitches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I'm just getting colder
And that's the way it is until i say its fucking over
Fuck that
Radio station amazing they still ain't playing my shit
They can never say they made my shit
Knowing god damn well these bitches can't fade my shit
Real shit bitch
Stupid hoe tryna tell me that i drink too much
Smoke too much
Joke too much
So what hoe I'm dope too much
Take a dick you can choke on us
Whatchu thought hoe
Record label told me that my image ain't clean
Whatchu mean I'm the queen
On the scene
Got the team
In a dream
Kush and the lean
Fuck yall I'm still getting green
Whatchu talking 'bout
Every bitch saying Debbie ain't wrecking shit
Microphone checking shit
Killing every record shit
Got it going check a bitch
Teach a bitch a lesson shit
You ain't gotta like it bitch
To show you gon respect this shit
I came in alone ima die alone
Don't call for a favor
All you're getting is a dial tone
And my stock going up
You might wanna check the dow jones
Bitch I'm all the way up
There ain't no pay cuts
Straight to majors
They mad they ain't us
And now I'm like fuck that
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these bitches salty and they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I'm just getting colder
And that's the way it is until i say it's fucking over
Fuck that
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these bitches salty and they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I'm just getting colder
And that's the way it is until i say it's fucking over
Fuck that
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