It Don’t Make No Sense lyrics

[Hook]
Buy four bricks, my plug front me six
So much money it don't make no f*cking sense
Once I f*ck a b*tch, her name, I forget it
And if she suck me good I might pay her rent
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
Got 100 guns n*gga, I am with the sh*ts
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
How I'm trapping and I'm rapping it don't make no sense

[Verse 1]
Got 100 f*cking guns and I be on dumb sh*t
Got my mama texting me like Fredo that don't make no sense
But I can't be lacking man you know how sh*t is
Remember breakin in cribs tryna pay my damn rent
Now I'm all up in Saks Fifth and getting what I spent
Trap, smoking dope I'm just cooling with this little b*tch
She like: "Fredo why you got tats up on your face?
You know goddamn well that don't make no goddamn sense"
I'm like shut up little b*tch
Before I smack you into some goddamn sense
Sneak dissing me, get flatlined quick
Money coming fast you know that Hammertime sh*t
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[Verse 2]
That work be gone before I bust it out the package
I don't f*ck with rappers cause half these n*ggas actors
Money in the closet and these b*tches on my mattress
b*tches kissing on me leaving lipstick on my boxers
Thirty all on me, n*gga I don't do no boxing
Smoke a lot of swishers man, I need a couple of boxes
Whatcha staring at, you a fan or an opper?
Don't make me paranoia, I'm gonna reach for my chopper
Call up Moocher, Juice, and Caper and they gon do the slaughter
I think this n*gga hating cause I f*cked his baby mama
061 front street, posted ready for the drama
Killing anything that ever come between my commas

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