Artist: Lil Debbie Album: Bay Chronicles Song: Bet Typed by: AZ Lyrics (I'm all gassed up) 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