Benny the Butcher - Make It Make Sense Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, nigga
Oh
Now get off the yeah, yeah
Yeah, ay yo, yo
Make it make sense
You a pussy or a G?
Make it make sense
You fuck with the opps and me?
Make it make sense
Biggest selling pussy for the free?
Make it make sense
Make it make sense, bitch
Make it make sense, huh

I got about a quarter on right now in my fuckin’ booth
Make it make sense
You gotta make it make sense
Yo, I bought my bitch a 45, she wore the blicky out the gun shop
Even your bitch strapped when you spent 50 thousand on one wad
She think this shit romantic, 20 pounds in one spot
She get me to the mansion, she gon’ strip me down in one sock
Louis d’Affocari on, I spent about a quarter joint I used to take it off the heat when I brought it to a boiling point
Flashbacks of crash-outs, I threw slabs from a glass house
You run without a chip, prolly gon’ last like a nap drought

Tell them hoes to calm down
Tommy held a Tom Brown
Feds raisin’ eyebrows
But these are the times now
I used to rack up clientele, now I stack up sky miles
250 thou’, wild, with an undisclosed townhouse
I’ll let this cannon spin, but this ain’t a wild style
And maybe we should plan a trip if the birds headed southbound

Plug, who, which one?
Who you done brought a brick from? I be taking white out the foil like double mint gum
niggas talking all his money shit, but ain’t spent none I dropped six figures on the coupe and drove that bitch drunk
Then gave bro the bracelet off my wrist, don’t ask me why I gave away more gold than Traxx and why

Make it make sense
Ayy-yo, make it make sense
You a pussy or a
G?
Make it make sense
You fuck with the opps and me?
Make it make sense
Bitch, you sellin’ pussy for the free?
Make it make sense
Make it make sense, bitch
Make it make sense
Bitch, you sold the pussy for the free?
Make it make sense
Make it make sense, bitch?
Make it make sense
Make that shit make sense, nigga
Make it make sense

Uh, was always absent from the family dinners
Shit, I’d rather be with junkies than my family members
Tryna talk he in the sending bricks
If auntie make spaghetti I don’t give a shit
Tell my daughter know I’m grinding for you
You use a drug that I don’t sell
I’ma fuck around and find it for you
Carry the ungrateful people on these broad shoulders
Don riches
Lenox in the pool when it’s all over
We need therapy in our culture
I talk to Dre and Kim Collect
I usually cry when the call’s over
I’m an animal, you fear critters
My real friends that are in jail, they left me here with all you weird niggas
Only stand-ups can sit with niggas
If they ain’t knock the P’s down, I wouldn’t mix with niggas

Sittin’ at the top, it gets lonely
Make it make sense
You don’t got a car, you the big homie
The wells can save the industry, so
Mille that’s the top hoe
Put his bitch in a
Boston
Crab and slam her from the top row
Ain’t had no wicked jump shot, my niggas had to cop coke
A couple mason jars and slow cook it like a pot roast
Check what’s in that bank account, you need to come and work for me
My cousin on his second bid for rack and tear and burglary
A needle for your certainties
A condo full of fiends and we got every room switchin’
Look like Streamers University
Quarter mill’ and blue faces, buried in a front yard
Amphetamine and Percocet, the blicks they all on one call
The police get behind us, do the dash, we on the run y’all
They said if you a deadbeat, you gotta take the gun charge

Ashes on my Gore
Texas, dust hole on the name chain
Four niggas smack on the table, look like a spades game
These bitches beg you on the first date for you to pay rent
Chanel’y filled with straight lint, like really make it make sense

Ay yo, make it make sense
You a pussy or a
G?
Make it make sense
You fuck with the opps and me?
Make it make sense
Bitches sellin’ pussy for the free
Make it make sense, make it make sense, bitch
Make it make sense

Make it make sense