Baddies East

Come on, Tesehki. Come on, Tesehki.

- Get off my neck. Why y'all holding my neck like that?

- Hey yo. - Got that one.

This is love through atonement.

Watch out.

Jesus loves y'all.

I just don't do drama or nothing like that, so.

Love y'all. God bless y'all.

I don't fuck with that religion shit.

'Cause I didn't come here for that.

Right.

I came here to have fun and make music.

Girl, calm down now, we don't-

No, I'm not.

Don't tell me to calm down, Scotty.

- But don't yell at- - No, I'm not yelling at you.

- Yes, you are. - Now I am.

- Well, don't yell- - Now I'm yelling?

Hi, my niggas, give it up, people.

How are y'all doing?

I just did what I had to do, y'all.

I hope they like what I'm doing.

Now that like some people are gone,

how do you guys feel about that?

Well, Vicki needs to go repent

for all the lies she's been selling on the blog.

Are we ready?

Yes.

- All right, we getting ready to go to Philly

but we gonna meet the ladies at the other house first.

Hey, y'all.

- Natalie. - Hey. What's up?

We have one more person, DJ Sky.

Where are you at, Sky? Come on.

Whoa, whoa.

That's why I'm violated.

You say you was gonna beat my ass.

You can't...

No.

Wait, wait, wait.

Whoa.

No, no, no.

Let go, let go of me.

Don't grab me. No, no, no, don't grab me.

I didn't know they had beef like that.

- Let go of my hair. - Let go, let go, let go.

My heart said, da dum, da dum.

- Run up on me. - Separate them.

Get out of here, bitch.

You ain't doing shit. - Keep her over there.

Keep her over there. - Yeah.

Boom. I said, "What the hell?"

It's DJ motherfucking Scott.

Where the fuck did she come from?

She's supposed to be DJing.

Why is she here?

What's going on?

- Keep her over there. - Yeah.

Not run up again, not let her run up again

'cause she can't do nothing.

She ran up and didn't swing.

Bitches don't know how to fight, like.

- Hello. - Stay with her.

This ugly ass bitch come and run up on me from the side.

She just rushed me.

I don't know where this bitch came from.

Get the fuck off me, let me get my hair tied, nigga.

It's literally the bitch that's not on the cast.

What you trying to do? Get on the show? Say nothing.

Where do you mean?

Exactly, what do you mean?

- Get the fuck off me, I'm not your goddamn...

Stop.

She ran through that motherfucking sticks.

- Like bitch, you're not tough. Like, what's up?

Now, fight me head on, bitch. That bitch can suck my dick.

She ain't even do nothing. Come and square up right now.

Why y'all playing with me ?

Leave y'all alone.

- Bro, why are you playing with me right now?

It's fine.

- Bro. - I'm not gonna lie, Nat.

That was the wrong thing to say, bitch.

Talk about something.

So if anybody has anything they wanna get off, any issues.

Oh my god, y'all keep playing with me.

I always be like, let me know what's up

so when I get off this fucking bus it's up.

Not wasting my energy on no bitch.

I been through this shit before. Bro, you waste your energy,

you gonna be tired as fuck next round.

I get it. I fired on you first.

I get it. You got drug through the mud.

But what are we doing now?

Like I'm over it. I don't really care.

If she wants to line it up again, we can do that.

If she wants to squash it, we can do that.

But I'm not no scary ass bitch, so it is what it is.

Get the fuck, get the fuck off of me.

I'm gonna kill this bitch.

Get the fuck off me. I'm not fighting in the grass.

Put me on the concrete, nigga. Put me on the concrete.

I'm not fighting in the grass.

Put me on the concrete.

Lemme go back there with her.

Let's get in the grass.

She's so pussy and ugly.

Bitch, you look like Thomas the train.

DJ Sky, you so ugly, bitch. It's really sickening.

You look like Thomas the train, bitch.

- I know. - And your ass is fake.

And bitch, you a fake Muslim. You suck mad dick.

You're not holy. - What?

You suck mad dick. You're a thot.

You're not...

Get the fuck, lemme fight her.

But why would this bitch think it's cool to beef with me?

This...

Why would this ugly ass bitch try to start drama with me?

That's the real question, y'all.

Let me fight her.

I said, set it up. Hold on.

- Let me fight her. - Yell out shit.

I don't even know what the fuck they saying.

- All right, y'all so weird, this whole shit-

Calm down.

Who was sucking dick, bitch?

Shut the fuck up, you lying ass ho.

'Cause you're weird. Someone help her-

- You're a dumb ass bitch. - Run up again.

Run up again, you tough, right?

Run up again, bitch. - What are you doing?

You trying to sneak me, right?

- When? - You say you gonna stop-

- When did I- - You just sneaked me.

Look, bitch, you can't even fight, bitch.

You can't.

Bitch.

You can't even fight. Get off my hair.

- That's enough. - Get off my hair.

That's enough, break them, break them.

Bitch.

Bitch. - Ho.

Dumb ass bitch, you can't even fight.

DJ Sky was doing some type of,

I don't know what the fuck that was, like.

Like, it was giving Dave Chappelle, like.

If I, you know, start training classes,

I think everybody should come,

because we cannot be out here

fighting each other, looking like that.

Can't even fight.

Bitch can't even fight.

Bitch can't even fight.

- So honestly, we already had did one round.

The second round, it was on the cement.

Then I go in the house, I'm like I'm over this.

Well, the next person was T.

Wait, wait, wait.

Next, T, bitch, you. Yes, you.

- Don't ask me to come over there and try to save you

'cause I'm not.

Girl, calm down now, we done yelling-

- No, I'm not. Don't tell me to calm down, Scotty.

- But don't yell at us. - No, I'm not yelling at you.

- Yes, you are. - Now I am.

- But don't yell- - Now I'm yelling.

- Well, stop yelling. - I'm already yelling.

What are gonna do?