(Verse)
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can f*ck yo momma
So 30′s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my hummer, 24′s forgiatos
Thumbing thru the check
Steady buying that Texas 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 Ku Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your n*ggas damaged
Some of your boys won’t make it
For this 300 karats bang
(Hook)
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
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don’t make no sense
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense
(Verse)
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 scared 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
Peeling talking with hoes while I’m counting my riches
Bad b*tches we call it, I’m on the block with my n*ggas
Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
Imma ride for my n*ggas now the world gone finish
Underrated by some, disputed by many
(Hook)
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
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don’t make no sense
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense
(Verse)
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 the di*k 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 admire
(Hook)
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
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This sh*t don’t make no sense
I say this sh*t don’t make no sense