Make Sense lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ah, this b*tch sound hard
Rio, what up, n*gga? Alright
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Want me and my n*ggas reinvent Dipset?
If you in the club with less than five, then you a dipsh*t
My ex text me like, "I know you miss this"
I text back like, "Broke b*tch, I don't miss sh*t"
Spent two-fifty on a pair of socks to live my best life
IUR came and got me, I’m up next, right?
I talked to Gary the other day, I'm 'bout to have the best ice
See your baby mama, say what’s up, we f*ckin' next night
I know you not on sh*t, you just a mess, right?
You pulled two thousand out in twenties and tens, you can't flex right
Every time I pour a deuce, I pour another four for Kai
Uh, I think that's a six, right?

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Your baby daddy still can't f*ck with me, he get checks, right?
Me and Kidd just got the drop on the opps, they at the vest, right?
The motor in the trunk, this a 'Vette, right?
How the f*ck a b*tch, ah
How the f*ck a, ah, alright
How the f*ck the b*tch sayin' that's my baby? We had sex twice
Since you got hands, put your gun down, n*gga, let’s fight
Three thousand for a pint of Wock’, I get the best price
Put my chain on, take off my shirt, I'm a sex symbol
I can spend a thousand dollars every day from April to September
Two thousand for a handgun, I bought a best pistols
Just tongue kissed a pint of Wockhardt, then had sex with it
[Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ah, f*ck
b*tch, you be trippin’
Alright, watch this, though
Alright
b*tch

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Yeah, I'm a street soldier
Clip last for seven days, I put a week on 'em
Slid with an eviction notice, I put a lease on 'em
Chop leave a nasty-ass scar, I put a crease on ’em
This beat was already nasty, know I put grease on it
The work was too strong, so I put my feet on it

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Drank a bunch of lean 'fore we f*cked and almost peed on her
Dog a b*tch out, when I'm done, she got fleas on her
I drunk a pint in two tongs, but not Casanova
My b*tch wear Louis Vuitton, not Fashion Nova
Honestly, I'm high off Percocets, but I'm actin' sober
Hit him in his back with the Glock, he got a half a shoulder

[Outro]
(Damn, Glo, you killed this one)
(Trapboy3k)