[Intro]
Kid Classic
[Verse 1]
Silly b*tch always talkin' 'bout Debbie ain't raw
Debbie ain't real, Debbie don't kill
Too trill, I done told y'all b*tches
I'ma show y'all b*tches no chill, silly hoes know
Hatin' ass b*tch, a debatin' ass b*tch
What'chu mad, you ain't-done-nothin-lately ass b*tch
Hoe you hot that I pop, b*tch stop
I'm a gun off safety ass b*tch, bang bang, hoe
b*tch is talkin' with my back turned
Always wanna smile in my face
Caught 'em takin' my place
Girl stop, b*tch freeze, b*tch please
Slap a hoe to the mouth, lose taste, talk now tho
Motherf*cker tryna hit, talk slick like I'm pitchin' my sh*t
Like I could pitch it underhand
You can know exactly where it's gonna land
You ain't never hittin' this sh*t motherf*cker
[Refrain]
I came in alone, I'ma die alone
Don't call for a favor, all you're gettin' is a dial tone
And my stock goin' up
You might wanna check the dow jones
b*tch, I'm all the way up, ain't no pay cuts
Straight to majors, they mad they ain't us
And now I'm like f*ck that
[Hook]
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b*tches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder
And that's the way it is until I say it's f*ckin' over
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b*tches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder
And that's the way it is until I say it's f*ckin' over
f*ck that!
[Verse 2]
Radio station amazing
They still ain't playin' my sh*t
They can never say they made my sh*t
Knowin' god damn well these b*tches can't fade my sh*t
Real sh*t b*tch
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 di*k, you can choke on nuts
What'chu thought, hoe?
Record label told me that my image ain't clean
What'chu mean, I'm the queen on the scene
Got the team, in a dream Kush and the lean
f*ck y'all I'm still gettin' green
What'chu talking 'bout?
Every b*tch sayin' Debbie ain't wreckin' sh*t
Microphone checkin' sh*t, killin' every record sh*t
Got it goin', check a b*tch, teach a b*tch a lesson sh*t
You ain't gotta like it b*tch to show you gon' respect this sh*t
[Refrain]
I came in alone, I'ma die alone
Don't call for a favor, all you're gettin' is a dial tone
And my stock goin' up
You might wanna check the dow jones
b*tch, 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 f*ck that
[Hook]
They think I'm goin' crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b*tches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder
And that's the way it is until I say it's f*ckin' over
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b*tches salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder
And that's the way it is until I say it's f*ckin' over
f*ck that!