Don’t Make No Sense lyrics

[Intro: Master P & Chief Keef]
Sosa, (?), Master P
This sh*t don't make no sense
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My lil n*gga (?) he (?)
They say what don't kill you make you stronger
n*ggas scared to f*ck with us though!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can f*ck yo momma
Tote .30s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my Hummer, 24s vellano's
Thumbing through the check
Steady buying them tecs and sh*t
I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit
Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity n*gga don't get mixed
I say b*tch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O-block its just us, we the new Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your n*ggas damaged
Some of your boys won't make it
From these 300 cannons bang
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense bang

[Verse 2: Master P]
In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable n*ggas, we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood n*ggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my n*ggas, they wouldn't give him a ride
I said free C-Murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon
Taking pictures in the hood, some of these n*ggas be snitches
Pillow talking with hoes, while I'm counting my riches
Bad b*tches we call it, I'm on the block with my n*ggas
Louis V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my n*ggas now the world gone feel us
Underrated by some, disputed by many
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense bang

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
This sh*t don't make no sense
All the money all the b*tches I get
Ride high but my 40 ride low
It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air
I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot
Molly high you can see it in my eyes
Give her di*k cause I know she likes to ride
And she f*ck me anywhere at any time
I make a hit she take a brick and break it down
Stuff the brick and make my b*tches wait in line
It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time
And since I shoot she better knew to have mine
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense
This sh*t don't make no sense (nah)
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don't make no sense (huh)
I say this sh*t don't make no sense bang