Don’t Make Me Mad lyrics

[Part l]

[Intro: Rico Nasty, Blueface, & YBN Cordae]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico, ooh)
Kenny

[Verse 1: Rico Nasty, Blueface, both & YBN Cordae]
I ain't never asked for a handout
But I came up, now everybody got a hand out
I just got my truck on matte red, with a 5% tint and them rims blacked out
Every n*gga 'round me gon' wait 'til I blackout
Put the pus*y on him, make a n*gga tap out
Just say where and my n*ggas pop-out
If you don't get the picture, we crop you out
They givin' out pus*y like shout-outs
These lil' b*tches live in my shadow (Whoo)
They see me in person and panic (Ooh)
My diamonds, they color of candy (Ayy)
I'm electric shockin' these b*tches like Pikachu
Don't run away from me when I run into you
It can get surgical, personal
Everything I do be goin' up, I'm on my vertical
Yes, I'm a girl, I go harder than n*ggas do
I'm in a- I'm in a- I'm in a Benz that's the color of Fruity Loops
I count the 30s been lookin' so beautiful
I bet you hatin' on me from a cubicle, my n*gga-, what?
I got more money than you on my cuticle
When I pull up, all the b*tches like "Aah"
Only leave the house when I'm pickin' up a bag
Got a short temper, don't make me mad, what?
Got a short temper, don't make me mad