Black Baethoven - Don't Make Me Lyrics

Shawty talking
Like she cannot get her mind off me (Yeah)
I left such an impression
She told the whole office (Yeah)
Now I know
That she aint never met a sauce walker
Smooth-talking, bread stalker
Good taste, like I'm Red Lobster (Yum)
She keep talking
And I might just pop her head off her
I aint talking violence
I'm talking that head bobbing
Pigeon-legged, chickenhead
Gimme head pronto
After she get finished
Ima pull off in a red Bronco (Skrrt)
Don't touch white
Because I gotta keep my hands clean
Keep the club moving
Like the leader of the dance team (Make it clap)
You gon hear them trumpets
Cuz I'm on the band team
Floating down the red carpet
And I'm with a bad ting (Baddie)
Thought that you could take my bitch
Boy that's your mistake (Hell nawl)
You got a better chance
Of catching sharks in a lake (Okay)
Move along lil nigga
You just fish bait
Ask me how I'm living
Ima tell you that I'm living great
Don't make me have to pullup
On the opposition
Don't make me have to show you
Aint no competition
Don't make me have to show you
That our pockets different
Take your fake designer
And just use it for a pot to piss in
Don't make me have to go
And pull out my receipts
Cuz I been counting paper
For about a week
Got a skeleton
In the face of my new A-P
I don't play no games
But my diamonds playing hide and seek
I been counting the paper
A big amount (Count it up)
Hit a detour
I'm taking a different route (Skrrt)
If she come to the crib
Ima dig her out (Yuh)
Ima link with her later
And figure out (Yah)
F*ck the talking
I'm really bout action (Action)
I'm in motion
I'm making it happen (Happen)
It feel good
When it come thru the backend (Pause)
So much more to my life
Than just rapping
Look at my fashion
Trendy and stylish (I'm styling)
Nail your bitch to the bed
Cuz I'm polished (Yuh)
Niggas talking bout
Stop all the violence (Why)
She with me
Then she getting demolished (Yah)
If she don't wanna f*ck
Then she get ignored (Yeah)
I aint really the one
For the back and forth (Nawl)
Take that shit over there
To a different court
Ima win
Cuz I'm playing a different sport (Yuh)
Walk up in the club
And Ima treat it like it's mine
I might tell the owner
That he gotta wait in line
Straight to VIP
And I aint gotta spend a dime
And if she wanna sit with me
Then Ima hit it from behind
Bottles on the table
With the sparkle and bubble
If I pour a drink
You best believe, it be a double
BB going crazy
Every time we in the booth
Best rapper in Shenzhen
And girl you know it be the truth
Don't make me have to pullup
On the opposition
Don't make me have to show you
Aint no competition
Don't make me have to show you
That our pockets different
Take your fake designer
And just use it for a pot to piss in
Don't make me have to go
And pull out my receipts
Cuz I been counting paper
For about a week
Got a skeleton
In the face of my new A-P
I don't play no games
But my diamonds playing hide and seek