It Don't Make No Sense

[Hook]

Phone [?] plug from his six

So much money it don't make no sense

Once I fuck a bitch, a name, I forget it

And if she suck me good I might pay her rent

It don't make no sense

It don't make no sense

Got 100 guns nigga, I am with the shits

It don't make no sense

It don't make no sense

How I'm trapping and I'm rapping it don't make no sense

[Verse 1]

Got 100 fucking guns and I be on dumb shit

Got my mama texting me like Fredo that don't make no sense

But I can't be lacking man you know how shit is

I'm gonna break in your damn crib trying to pay my damn rent

Now I'm all up in [?] and getting what I spent

Trap, smoking dope I'm just cooling with this little bitch

She like: "Fredo why you got tats up on your face?

You know goddamn well that don't make no goddamn sense"

I'm like shut up little bitch

Before I smack you into some goddamn sense

Sneak dissing me, get flatlined quick

Money coming fast you [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

That work be gone before I bust it out the package

I don't fuck with rappers cause half these niggas actors

Money in the closet and these bitches on my mattress

Bitches kissing on me leaving lipstick on my boxers

Thirty all on me, nigga I don't do no boxing

Smoke a lot of swishers man, I need a couple of boxes

What you staring at? Are you a fan or an OPP

Don't make me paranoia, I'm gonna reach for my chopper

[?]

I think the nigga hating cause I fucked his baby mama

0-6-1 front street, posted waiting for the drama

Killing anything that come between my commas

[Hook]