Make No Sense

Buddah Bless this beat [Chorus] 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, 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 [Verse 1] 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 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 nigga, uh, nigga Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (Fuck a jury) [Chorus] 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, 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 [Verse 2] 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'll never love ’em (Stupid bitch) I flash and beat a nigga 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 nigga 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 pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime [Chorus] 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, 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