Make No Sense lyrics

[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f*cking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n*gga 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, ayy, ayy, 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 motherf*cker (Motherf*cker)
And you know me, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I'll put you under
I ain't cut too much, I got that sh*t that make 'em tweak like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (Who I am)
This sh*t 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 n*gga, uh, n*gga
n*gga, b*tch, n*gga, baow, with my jewelry (f*ck a jury)
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f*cking neck cost like four bricks (Oh-oh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense (Yeah)
He a million dollar n*gga 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, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 2]
4KTrey, BoB, I been that, b*tch, you notice me (Uh, slatt, brr)
Tell them n*ggas I say, "f*ck 'em"
These hoes ain't sh*t, they want my cash, so I'll never love ’em (Stupid b*tch)
I flash and beat a n*gga ass with this fifty ball (I don't need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherf*ck a n*gga, boom, boom)
That's a bar, real n*gga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face (b*tch)
Northside, bullets flying, back to back, b*tch, when we ride (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm convicted, but it's an issue, I'll slide for a slide
Die today, b*tch, they say four pus*y n*ggas died 'fore I died, slime

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f*cking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar n*gga 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 (Oh, yeah, oh)
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy (Yeah)
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime