Make No Sense

(Buddah Bless this beat)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy

It make no sense, yeah

It make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn

Make no sense, yeah

Make no sense, nah-uh

Make no sense, ay-ay 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 motherfucker

And you know me, bitch, 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, bitch, I'll put you under

Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn

Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)

This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damn

All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em

Like nigga, uh

Nigga, nigga, bitch

Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, fuck the jury

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy

It make no sense, yeah

It make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn

Make no sense, yeah

Make no sense, nah-uh

Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah

It make no sense, slime

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

Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em

These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash so I never love 'em (stupid bitch)

I flash and beat a nigga ass with this .50 above him

On TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherfuck a nigga)

There's a boy, real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh

He out the H, you play, he shoot you in yo face (Northside)

Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we ride

I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide

Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died (slime)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks

And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy

It make no sense, yeah

It make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn

Make no sense, yeah

Make no sense, nah-uh

Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah

It make no sense, slime