Lyrics Link Me (feat. Lighthou5e) - Bee Nova

I hit shorty line
Like "yo what's up? Pop out on me", feel me?
She like "yeah, I'll do that, but like, you gotta get my Uber"
Get your Uber?
What next, you gon' want me to feed you too?
What the fuck you talkin' bout?

I ain't tickin' nothin'
I be sippin' somethin'
Minding my own business
Y'all bitches be frontin'
I ain't Jackie Chan, bitch
I ain't with the stuntin'
If I gotta pay for the pussy
I don't fucking want it
It's like that
I'm like that
And I'll be right back
Is what I'm gonna say to you
And then I never come back
I'll be your pops, if you call me daddy
And I'm hangin' up the phone if you make me aggy
(Yo Shorty playing games)
Zero tolerance
You pushing me to somnolence
You broke looking for sponsorship
And I ain't here to honor it (Nah)
My heart colder than a New York winter
Fuck you expect?
You fucking with a New York Nigga (Clinton Hill)
Living the life
Posting glimpses on the Insta
I be on my bullshit
You expecting me to miss ya
Stop playing games and come closer so I can kiss ya
Fuck being a Vegan
Lemme put this beef up in ya

Oh nah!
This nigga need to watch his fucking mouth
Who the fuck you think you talking to boy?
Like, do this nigga not know that I am the God
He wild disrespectful
Lemme Lemme put this nigga in his place

Ugh!
Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Put this beef in who, nigga?
If I say the word
My man's will turn you into stew, nigga
Making all this noise 'bout shit
You really not gon' do, nigga
Pass you to the team, like I can't get you ran through too, nigga
Think you fly
Look up baby, I'm G5 too
Credit 780 and I got the ride too
Cashed out on Chanel bout three times too
Floor length Chin-chillie
My shit is sky blue
You used to dealing with these hand out bitches
Ass out on the gram
So they can stand out bitches
I'm Brooklyn royalty homie
So why you acting dense
I'll leave yo' ass on read
So calling you don't make no sense
I get Idris', the Nas', I even get the Denzi's
The ladies love me that's a Fendi
And they buy me Fenty
Thought you was in your bag
You moving like you in your purse
Go talk that shit to them chickens who hurt your feelings first

Now is you finished, or is you done?
(You wild disrespectful, though)
I'm saying you started it first
You know I'm sensitive
You can't be talking to me like that
(You went too far though)
Alright, but you know you feeling me, like, come on son
You can't be talking to me like these bitches out here
Now I'm hungry, let's go eat!
(Heard you!)