Make No Sense

Buddah Blessed this beat
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f**king 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, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime
I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherf**ker
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
Ain't cut too much, I got that sh*t that make them tweak, like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This sh*t ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like n*gga, uh
n*gga, n*gga, b*tch
n*gga, bow, with my jewelry, f**k the jury
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f**king 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, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime
4KTrey, BoB, I been that b*tch you know it's me
Tell them n*ggas I say f**k 'em
These hoes ain't sh*t they want my cash so I never love 'em
I flash and beat a n*gga ass with this .50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherf**k a n*gga)
There's a boy real n*gga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the H, you play he shoot you in yo face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back b*tch when we ride
I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide
Die today, b*tch, they say four p*ssy n*ggas died 'fore I died (slime)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f**king 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, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime