No Sense lyrics

[Intro]
Better be a ten (Fast Life)
Better be a ten, better get it in (Yeah, yeah)
Better drive bent, better have friend (Yeah, yeah)
Better Rowdy in it, better ride with him (Ra)

[Verse]
Bet I'm slidin' there, n*ggas slidin' there (Slidin' there)
n*ggas hidin' there, choppers flyin' there (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't got time for them if they ain't got time for bands (n*gga)
n*gga want five, took plus five, took plus three and wildin' it
And the n*gga ain't got no sense, who bodies and who rich and poppin' sh*t?
Who really droppin' sh*t? Who not as lit?
Who f*ckin' thot is this?
You n*ggas politics
Okay, let's go
I'm rockin' crimson, they still coppin' whips (Yeah, yeah)
Came off this b*tch, still poppin' sh*t like a n*gga ain't got no sense
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Like a n*gga ain't got no sense), yeah, yeah, yeah
Like a n*gga ain't got no sense
Popped the Glock like it ain't got no pin
I been slidin' in, jumpin' out on n*ggas, firin' ten
n*gga, who wife is this? (Bop, bop)
n*gga, who ride is this? (Brrt)
n*gga, who slide is this? (Bop, bop)
We gon' die for this (Brrt)
n*ggas won't find the kid
I'm hidin' out up until all types of sh*t
And my ex can't fight my b*tch
We jumpin' off jets, G5s, all types of sh*t
And a n*gga don't like no sh*t
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who don't like this sh*t
n*gga, I'm on titan sh*t
I'm comin' through, I'm strikin' lightning, sh*t
n*gga, I'ma fly this b*tch
Head off 'fore she even try some sh*t
Try to snitch, try to catch a lick like I ain't out the bins
A n*gga ain't got no sense
[Outro]
Yeah, a n*gga ain't got no sense
These n*ggas ain't got no sense
These n*ggas ain't got no sense (Yeah, yeah)
Like a n*gga ain't got no—
(Fast Life)
'Ko, play that sh*t