Artist: Lil Debbie Album: California Sweetheart Pt. 2 Song: Killin 'Em Typed by: AZ Lyrics You ain't talkin' 'bout gettin' rich Bitch, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Money schemes, we stockin' out And them hater hoes, we chalk 'em out Yeah, Debbie gon' kill 'em (Debbie, don't kill 'em) Now, Debbie gon' kill 'em (Alright, go get 'em) Right now I'm feelin' high as a kite Bitch, fuck your feelings, I'm chillin' Heard you were lookin' for Debbie Find me wherever the bread be Pussy as good as the head be But you silly bitches are not ready I'm on one, I'm turned up, we just havin' fun, hoe What you make in one year, I just made in one show I'm on, bitch, yeah, I'm on What the fuck y'all on? Motherfucker, I'm gone Damn right, I'm gone Four shots of Patron, now boss bitch straight 12: 30, kicks clean, but my nails dirty Been grindin', hoe, outshinin' hoe You bitch made like vagina, hoe And that's real shit, I'm a real bitch I lock and load and I kill shit Don't feel shit, I'm cold-blooded These bitches hatin' but my hoes love it So, fuck y'all, all o' y'all If y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all gon' keep fuckin' around with me And turn me back to the old me It's like I keep running into the same bitches Tryna creep up while I'm lane switchin' Play hard but the game different And I can't even play with ya Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em Bitch, I'm killin' em, killin' em, killin' em And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch, bitch) Poppin' bottles in the club all night Mixin' purple with that Sprite, all right Poppin' mollies with that kush blend off light Still shittin' on you bitches on the off night Debbie, hoe, Debbie, hoe Far shit, the old stereo Ain't shit you can't tell me, hoe Oooh, kill 'em little [?] I'm the baddest bitch everywhere we go We pass the blunt like merry-go With that kill shit, barrio You bitches talk but act scared tho I'm on, yeah, hoe, I'm on Swear to God, I'm gone, what the fuck y'all on? Most shot of Patron, I been smokin' that bomb Bitch, I'm faded, you nothin' and I made it I'm poppin' and you hate it Yeah, you watchin' and you hate it You can't say shit, now I'm higher than a spaceship I don't know if I'm comin' down Treat the Bay like track meat Just ask my city who runnin' now They love the style, they feel the flow These bitch know, so they steal the flow But I steal the show, all eyes on me 'Cause I'm still the hoe, yeah, I'm still that hoe, bitch It's like I keep running into the same bitches Tryna creep up while I'm lane switchin' Play hard but the game different And I can't even play with ya Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em Bitch, I'm killin' em, killin' em, killin' em And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch) And I go hardcore as a motherfucker (bitch, bitch)