Kid Cla** - F That lyrics

[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