[Intro]
K Cla**ic
[Verse 1]
Silly b**h always talkin' 'bout Debbie ain't raw
Debbie ain't real, Debbie don't k**
Too trill, I done told y'all b**hes
I'ma show y'all b**hes no chill, silly hoes know
Hatin' a** b**h, a debatin' a** b**h
What'chu mad, you ain't-done-nothin-lately a** b**h
Hoe you hot that I pop, b**h stop
I'm a gun off safety a** b**h, bang bang, hoe
b**h is talkin' with my back turned
Always wanna smile in my face
Caught 'em takin' my place
Girl stop, b**h freeze, b**h please
Slap a hoe to the mouth, lose taste, talk now tho
Motherf**er tryna hit, talk slick like I'm pitchin' my sh**
Like I could pitch it underhand
You can know exactly where it's gonna land
You ain't never hittin' this sh** motherf**er
[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**h, 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** that
[Hook]
They think I'm going crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b**hes 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**in' over
f** that
[Verse 2]
Radio station amazing
They still ain't playin' my sh**
They can never say they made my sh**
Knowin' god damn well these b**hes can't fade my sh**
Real sh** b**h
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
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** y'all I'm still gettin' green
What'chu talking 'bout?
Every b**h sayin' Debbie ain't wreckin' sh**
Microphone checkin' sh**, k**in' every record sh**
Got it goin', check a b**h, teach a b**h a lesson sh**
You ain't gotta like it b**h to show you gon' respect this sh**
[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**h, 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** that
[Hook]
They think I'm goin' crazy
Maybe that's what you made me
Maybe that's why these b**hes 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**in' over
f** that