Halloween Freestyle

(Tell me you love me) (Um, yuh) All these bitches lame, they actin' new to the game (What) I got them icys on my wrist a bitch gone shiver and rain Them niggas always on my clit but I know he ain't gon change, whateva I bought some 613 I think that shit gone make it betta (Whoo) Don't need a Eustace, cause all these niggas is useless I'm poppin' these bitches bodied I'm comin' down what you doin', yeah I get to wylin', these niggas watchin' a movie They know that I get it started, they childish, they actin' foolish Aw damn, I don't give a fuck about a bitch that don't glam She be talkin' shit but when you see she look ran, through I can't 'magine what a couple of them bands, do I ain't poppin' all my shit but if I am, ouu Plus I'm drippin' like a faucet, get the bucket and the broom Kickin' all these bitches, I'm like fuck it nigga move I'm finna moonwalk Hoppin' in the foreign sayin' toodles as I zoom off (Yeah) Now my tote bag bussin' Murakami print on that rainbow luggage Yeah I got some baggage but compared to yall its nothin', so If you get to cappin' I can tell that you's a bluffin' hoe I-I-I eat these bitches up for breakfast I ain't got the time, but that G.E.M around my necklace And I be lookin' fine and my girl be doin' hexes and shit I'm the type to hit your solar plexus, ya dig I got them groupies around me Smokin' loud pack, and it holla very loudly Bitches really think we clownin' so Fuck with me we goin' out lit (Whoo) I need a round trip or two, I been the baddest (Ouu) And I'ma ball every day like this the Mavericks (Whoo) Been winning trophies at life, call that a pageant sis And we know that I'm numba one cause I'm a lavish chick, yeah In your medulla, It's a karma sutra Mk ultra yeah the coochie do it to ya He's no casanova but I, been a medusa Now I got this nigga stoned I got him lookin' like he Pucca Booyah, I got that bazooka What's it to ya, cause I might have to get my shootahs These hoes is losahs, I'm on the prowl, I'm like a puma If she tryna beef up, then we can meet in Chattanooga Gimme entry to the house, access to the bitch (Hol' up) I'm about to kick her out, then we gettin' lit (Uhuh) I can't give no fucks no more, I'm cold out the fridge And I be on the go fosho, I be up on my shit, yeah Got some, I got some different plans I been movin' on up I'm actin' too advanced And I ain't into bein' stuck, I'm into makin' bands I call these niggas Mr. Sheffield cause they need a Fran, yeah Hold on, hold up, I did it again I just bodied everybody from beginning to end And I'm a Sagittarius, so I'on mean to offend And I'ma call it like I see it, it's DuVall for the win, bitch Yeah, it's always been an event When I step up in the room, they be like she heaven sent I'ma take over the world and tour the states for a stint All these hoes they love to talk but they be stuck on the bench, bitch (And they be stuck on the bench) (Why they always talking shit, but they be stuck at the bench, yah) (A-a-always talkin' shit) (Yeah, yeah) (Uh)