Make No Sense By YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my *** neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar *** but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense
I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a ***
And you know me, ***, I just bought another .30 burner (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, *** I’ll put you under
Ain’t cut too much, I got that *** that make them tweak, like damn
Can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This *** ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see them hate, like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like ***, uh
***, ***, ***
***, bow, with my jewelry, *** that jewelry
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my *** neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar *** but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense
4KTrey, BoB, I been that *** you know it’s me
Tell them niggas I say *** em’
These hoes ain’t *** they want my cash so I never love em’
I flash and beat a *** ass with this .50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin hit em’ with the cutter (Motherfuck a ***)
There’s a boy real *** blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the eight you play he shoot you in yo face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back *** when we ride
I’m convicted but issa issue I slide ‘fore I slide
Die today, before they say *** niggas die ‘fore I die (Slime)
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my *** neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar *** but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense