Make No Sense

Buddah Bless this beat

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds dancing

On my ****ing neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be toting

On that strap don’t make no sense

He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

I could hit it, I could whip it,

I could bag it, I could stash it

I could trap out like a mother****er

And you know me, *****,

I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)

I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech,

Got Tina Turner (Whippin' hard)

It don't make sense,

I’m not alright, *****, I'll put you under

I ain't cut too much,

I got that **** that make 'em tweak like damn

Can't be in front the trap too much,

The world know who I am (I am)

This **** ain't sweet, who close to me,

I see 'em hatin' like damn

All I know get the money,

Still gon’ be the one to slay ’em

Like *****, uh, *****

*****, *****, *****, baow, with my jewelry (**** a jury)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds dancing

On my ****ing neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be toting

On that strap don’t make no sense

He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

4KTrey, BoB, I been that, *****, you notice me

Tell them *****s I say **** 'em

These hoes ain't ****, they want my cash,

So I'll never love ’em (Stupid *****)

I flash and beat a ***** ass with this fifty ball

(I don't need no clique)

On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him

With the cutter (Mother**** a *****)

That's a bar, real ***** blessed him

With that bar and he say yeah-eah

He out the H, you play,

He shoot you in your face (Northside)

Bullets flying, back to back, *****, when we ride

I'm convicted, but it's an issue,

I'll slide for a slide

Die today, *****, they say four ***** *****s

Died 'fore I died, slime

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds dancing

On my ****ing neck cost like four bricks

And the way that

I be toting on that strap don't make no sense

He a million dollar ***** but be posted in the bricks, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime