Make No Sense

Buddah Bless this beat

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fuc*** neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar ni*** 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 motherfuc***
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
I ain’t cut too much, I got that shit that make ‘em 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 ‘em hatin’ like damn
All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ‘em
Like ni***, uh, ni***
Nigga, bitch, ni***, baow, with my jewelry (Fuck a jury)

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fuc*** neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar ni*** 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, bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say f*** ‘em
These hoes ain’t shit, they want my cash, so I’ll never love ‘em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a ni*** ass with this fifty ball (I don’t need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherfuck a nigga)
That’s a bar, real ni*** 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, bitch, when we ride
I’m convicted, but it’s an issue, I’ll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pu*** niggas died ‘fore I died, slime

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fuc*** neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar ni*** 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