Lil Debbie - F That lyrics

Silly b**h always talking bout Debbie ain’t raw Debbie ain’t real Debbie don’t k** Too trill I done told yall b**hes Ima show yall b**hes no chill Silly hoes know Hating a** b**h A Debating a** b**h Whatchu mad you ain’t done nothing 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 talking with my back turned Always wanna smile in my face Caught em taking 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 im pitching my sh** Like i could pitch it underhand You can know exactly where its gonna land You ain’t never hitting this sh** motherf**er 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 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 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 getting colder And that’s the way it is until i say its f**ing over f** that X2 Radio station amazing they still ain’t playing my sh** They can never say they made my sh** Knowing 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 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 f** yall I’m still getting green Whatchu talking ’bout Every b**h saying Debbie ain’t wrecking sh** Microphone checking sh** k**ing every record sh** Got it going 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** 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 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 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 getting colder And that’s the way it is until i say it’s f**ing over f** that X2