Fleek - Lil Debbie

Match more than your average

Every bitch on the team is a bad bitch

Catch up, bitch

We don’t match up, you can’t even see my last shit

We already on some new shit

Full cup, fat blunt like a pool stick

Some things never change

But I traded in the Civic and I copped a new Range

Now we rollin', yeah, we rollin'

Pedal to the metal, never slowin'

Swag on fire but my wrist on froze

Snoop said it best, we don’t love them hoes

And they ain’t got shit on me

Bitch copyin' the swag, tryna shit on me

I just pay them no mind

Ain’t no wastin' my time, bitch I stay on my grind

Everything on fleek

OG kush and my Swisher Sweet

That’s fleek

That’s sweet

Everything on fleek

OG kush and my Swisher Sweet

That’s fleek

That’s me

Debbie got game like a ball team

Touchdown, hit the stage and they all scream

Turn up, yah mean, yeah we all lean

Little bit of Sprite with the codeine

So fresh, so clean, beat the swag, ho

Fuck a tag, I just throw it in the bag, ho

Now that’s fleek

50 grand on the wrist, 10 grand on the feet

And Debbie only hit it out the ballpark

Bitches out of line like a false start

Shit just cut me my check

I’ll just pop me a bottle and hit my connect

Turn up, pour up, roll up, smoke up

Real bitch roll call, none of y’all show up

We don’t pay them no mind

Bitch I stay on my grind and I’m takin' what’s mine

That’s fleek