YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Make No Sense lyrics

Buddah Bless 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, 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

I could hit it, I could whip
It, I could bag it, i could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
(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 i ain't cut too much
I got that shit 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 shit 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 nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry
(Fuck a jury)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking
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 nigga 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

4KTrey, BoB, I been that, bitch
You notice me (Uh, slatt, brr)
Tell them niggas I say, "Fuck 'em"
These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash
So I'll never love ’em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga
Ass with this fifty ball
(I don't need no clique) on TV
I could tell my youngin hit
Him with the cutter
(Motherfuck a nigga, boom, boom)
That's a bar
Real nigga blessed him with that
Bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play
He shoot you in your face (Bitch)
Northside, bullets flying, back
To back, bitch, when we ride
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm convicted, but it's an issue
I'll slide for a 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, 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