March Madness Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Everything is real on me
Yall know what that means
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Remy Ma Madness
Let's go ..

[Chorus]
b*tches talking sh*t when I was gone
See they quiet now that Remy home
Talking tough but they fear me though
All these little b*tches ratchet
Me I really bust my ratchet
Mess around I really clap it
All these fat transfer implanted b*tches
All they do is ass clap it (hoes)
Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid
Turned em' into bast*rds (forreal)
I coulda turned into a casket
I coulda put her in a casket
Yall probably mad im still rapping
I know yall mad im still laughing
Im the realist b*tch after reality tv Im going into acting

[Verse One : Remy Ma]
Yall know how I give it up
I never really gave a f*ck
On parole smoking blunts
My p*ss clean in the cup
See these hoes can't trust em'
Hoe f*cked your cousin (ew)
Then you went and cuffed it (ew)
These n*ggas disgusting (forreal)
These b*tches disgusting
I don't wanna discuss it (why)
I violate these [?]
Cause these b*tches soft
I spit on the di*k then i lick it off
Im the best of both worlds n*gga
Im not the average girl n*gga
Throwing shots but you not a killa
These b*tches deaf i dont hear em'

[Chorus]
b*tches talking sh*t when I was gone
See they quiet now that Remy home
Talking tough but they fear me though
All these little b*tches ratchet
Me I really bust my ratchet
Mess around I really clap it
All these fat transfer implanted b*tches
All they do is ass clap it (hoes)
Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid
Turned em' into bast*rds (forreal)
I coulda turned into a casket
I coulda put her in a casket
Yall probably mad im still rapping
I know yall mad im still laughing
Im the realist b*tch after reality tv Im going into acting

[Verse Two : Remy Ma]
I be ignoring hoes
Dont come for me If i dont send for you
Ima go so hard on these b*tches that
Motherf*ckers forget to remember you
Can't say i ain't try to be friends with you
But you gone make me put an end to you
Trust , you don't want smoke with me
Cause you won't go home where you post to be
Keep playing i'll smack a hoe
My sh*t be laying a b*tch got bundles
Look how it's swinging they call me rapunzel
Azelia Banks , Ms. 212
So tell me what the f*ck you wanna do
20k for a walk through
All yall b*tches run through
And wonder why n*ggas don't want you
Wack b*tch !
[Chorus]
b*tches talking sh*t when I was gone
See they quiet now that Remy home
Talking tough but they fear me though
All these little b*tches ratchet
Me I really bust my ratchet
Mess around I really clap it
All these fat transfer implanted b*tches
All they do is ass clap it (hoes)
Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid
Turned em' into bast*rds (forreal)
I coulda turned into a casket
I coulda put her in a casket
Yall probably mad im still rapping
I know yall mad im still laughing
Im the realist b*tch after reality tv Im going into acting