I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that i be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ayay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime
I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch I just bought another .30 burner
I whip too hard, so I got like and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin’ hard) it don’t make sense, I’m not alright bitch ill put you under
Ain’t cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak like damn!
Can’t be in front of the trap to much the world know who I am
(i am)
This shit ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin’ like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon’ be the one to slay em’
Like nigga, uh
Nigga, nigga, bitch
Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, fuck the jury
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime
4K trey, BoB, i been that, bitch, you notice me
Tell them nigga I say fuck em’
These hoes ain’t shit, they want my cash so I never love em’ (stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this .50 above him
On TV i could tell my youngin’ hit em with the cutter
(motherfuck a nigga)
There’s a boy, real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah eh
He out the h, you play, he shoot you in yo face (north side)
Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we ride
I’m convicted its a issue ill slide fore I slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died fore i died (slime)I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense,(slime)