Don’t Make Sense lyrics

[Intro]
(Viper)
([?])

[Chorus: ItsManMan]
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a b*tch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't sh*t, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a b*tch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't sh*t, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat

[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
These n*ggas hoes, if he don't want no smoke, then why he light it up?
You won't catch me beefin' with no band, he 'bout to fight the drum
He f*ck with Wayne, we leave him Weezy F, like, n*gga, tighten up
Who hyped him up? They actin' like they thugs, these n*ggas nice as f*ck
He ain't tottin' MACs, he tottin' MacBooks, this boy got Twitter fingers
I f*ck with the Stinc, then spray Febreze, I just let pippy clean him
Most of these n*ggas wearin' replicas, act like he shop at Neimans
Two bad b*tches got nae nae in the cut, she hangin' out the nina
Treat a day just like a robbery, I'm whippin' pipe out
f*cked around and gave her a sunny D 'cause it was nice out
Got big heaters like, n*gga, run them chains, I throw your ice out
I got Mike Jordan, you think you Mike Tike, I knock your lights out
Brodie hittin' cars, he punchin' back to back, I don't know how he do it
He want some clout, alright, gang them grab that clip, we finna make a movie
Know my alphabet, this chop got double Ds, I be tottin' boobies
I just hit a thick white b*tch, you know I f*ck with Susan
[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
Cannon on my hip, it's modified like it's from Call of Duty
Princess cut diamonds in my Cuban and a couple rubies
Walk in the club with gang and them and a couple shooters
Stinc team, b*tch, all my n*ggas ballin', ain't none of them hoopers
Spin on me but I'm extra good 'cause I came with Cooper
Ridin' 'round the city with big 'cause how I maneuver
Stone a n*gga for thinkin' he gon' snake me, had to pop Madusa
Smith & Wesson, Glocks, and FNs, not no Rugers
He the type to get his chain took and have to buy a new one
He the type to see me in real life and ain't gon' do nothin'
I just put water in the Carti and damn near flooded it
Feelin' like a bank with all these goddamn hundreds and sh*t
All these rappers act like street n*ggas but none of 'em legit
Most of these n*ggas b*tches in real life in a couple [?]
[?] country, uppin' US currency, turn in Yen
What you finna do with them Ws? Turn 'em in, the Plug

[Chorus: ItsManMan]
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a b*tch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't sh*t, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a b*tch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't sh*t, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat