Bet - Lil Debbie

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh

You

You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh

You

You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh

Look I be a snack

He want a honey on his lap

Hundred racks on my lap

Somewhere blowin'

Please don’t nap

White girl up in that trap

Ain’t no Prada, I’m up in the track

Fuck with the 90s stay fuckin' with cab

bullets I promise you that

T-too much sauce though, can’t hold me

Got the eight on me like I’m Kobe

So many sound checks I need a rollie

So many countries, they know me

So many rappers, I could

warning, I

bitches bring me coffee

And do kush ups in my office

When I’m 'bout to get it these hoes mad

At the intersection might turn crash

Side bitch, I’ll take a raincheck

And this raincheck say I stay blessed

Pockets 'bout to bust at the seams

Money like it grow on trees

It’s Debbie year, play the side bitch

Been the hottest thing since Topic, yeah

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh

You

You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

Off top catch me fetty, ay

boy keep tricking

Hit this boy keep wishing, ay

187 I’m killin' 'em

Son of I’m feelin' 'em

Haters ain’t shout when they drillin' 'em

They might let it shoot, shoot

You know my squad, so show my squad

Don’t think I’ma flip my hair and say oh my God

Mad at me, you might be tweakin' over what I can’t change though

Men in my DMs but I still think he a lame-o

Ay, this ain’t X and Os, all my exes know

They go supernova after Super Soaker

Want it soon as they awake

Sweet tooth, got him chasing for this cake

Now I’m running up a check, but never let him check me hoe

It’s Debbie with the good head, don’t confuse me with me Becky now

My money balance lovely, ay, but you won’t catch me trippin'

I stay with a foreign that you might catch me whippin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh

You

You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

Bet you can’t catch me slippin'

I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes

Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh