Make No Sense
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Buddah Blessed this beat I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006 All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense He a million dollar nigga 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 motherfucker And you know me, bitch, 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, bitch I'll put you under Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am) This shit 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 nigga, uh Nigga, nigga, bitch Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, f*ck the jury I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006 All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense He a million dollar nigga 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 bitch you know it's me Tell them niggas I say f*ck 'em These hoes ain't shit they want my cash so I never love 'em I flash and beat a nigga ass with this .50 above him On TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherfuck a nigga) There's a boy real nigga 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 bitch when we ride I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died (slime) I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006 All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense He a million dollar nigga 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
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Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Tyron Douglas
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