Control It Shystie (Ft. Azealia Banks)

[Verse 1: Shystie]
I’ll run up on a brother, what's your age, what's your name?
Do you drive? What suit do you wear? Where’d you stay?
Do you stay with your mother, have you got your own place?
What car do you drive? Do you smoke, do you rave?
Let me get into your mind, let me fuck with your brain
Come fuck with your girl, I'm the best, what you saying?
I'm the best what you saying, what size is ya feet?
Is it just a myth? Let me judge, let me see
Yo, let me touch it up, hands on ya pants
Rubbing on your Woody Woodpecker, pecking out your pants
I'm a bad gyal villain, if I like, then I wanna
Homewreck your whole motherfucking house, cause I'm proper
Nah, I'm playing, my mother raised this chick better
Other bitches got the rabies
Other bitches on their back or on fours getting dick
They don’t even know his name, but getting new laces wigs
Brand new weaves all down to their butt
In exchange letting niggas put it deep in their gut, man
I just want a fella that can give it to me good
No two minute shoulda-coulda-would, listen to me boy
I just need a man with that good D game
Love brain, I ain't fucking with you lames
Spend all your money on me honey, whats ya range?
Look I just wana live life fast in these lanes, got a taste for it