Don’t Make No Sense

Lyrics
[Chorus] Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy got a kick, uh Walked out the house because I had to take a risk My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense The way my shooters hit his block ain't make no sense Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense If you don't wanna get hit, lil' nigga, stay out the mix, uh [Verse 1] Better tuck and roll, if you in the streets then grab your pistol Ain't nowhere to go when we send them demons out to gеt you Better keep it closed, tеlling what you seen, that's not official They gon' wipe your nose, you better keep it clean, so grab your tissue They won't call your phone but when you deceased they start to miss you Said this life a show, then we gon' get this season discontinued, uh Jackboys, Lil' Roc might be creepin' through your window Really clap boys, my niggas blow heaters like a whistle [Chorus] Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy got a kick, uh Walked out the house because I had to take a risk My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense The way my shooters hit his block ain't make no sense Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense If you don't wanna get hit, lil' nigga, stay out the mix, uh [Verse 2] It's all hollows in this twenty-one, niggas sweet, no honey buns She did the team, no one on ones, this forty make him bungee jump Walk up on his whip and shoot the tints, we leave a dummy slump Trappin' on the strip, I had to sprint to get my money up Shooting star, bitch, I kept a Nina for the fame, uh School was hard, bitch, I had to leave and make a name Them shooters sprayin' them blocks and they made me the one to blame Claim down the way, he get shot and bro might leave one in his face [Chorus] Uh, no Ronda Rousey but this glizzy got a kick, uh Walked out the house because I had to take a risk My brother shooting like he play for the Knicks, uh Walk up and lose it, don't need to pay for no hits Don't make no sense, uh, don't make no sense The way my shooters hit his block ain't make no sense Don't make no sense, my niggas don't make no sense If you don't wanna get hit, lil' nigga, stay out the mix, uh
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Credits
- Writers
- Scorey
- John Luther
- Nash
- JRHITMAKER