On “Make No Sense” YoungBoy compares his jewelry to the price of certain narcotics and how he still keeps his thug persona even though he’s made it.

“Make No Sense” was first previewed on YoungBoy’s… Read More [Intro]

Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]

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, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 1]

I could hit it, I could whip it, I could bag it, I could stash it

I could trap out like a motherfucker (Motherfucker)

And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)

I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin' hard)

It don't make sense, I’m not alright, bitch, I'll put you under

I ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make 'em tweak like damn

Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (Who I am)

This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see 'em hatin' like damn

All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em

Like nigga, uh, nigga

Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (Fuck a jury)

[Chorus]

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006

All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks (Oh-oh)

And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense (Yeah)

He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 2]

4KTrey, BoB, I been that, bitch, you notice me (Uh, slatt, brr)

Tell them niggas I say, "Fuck 'em"

These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash, so I'll never love ’em (Stupid bitch)

I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball (I don't need no clique)

On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherfuck a nigga, boom, boom)

That's a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah

He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face (Bitch)

Northside, bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

I'm convicted, but it's an issue, I'll slide for a slide

Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime

[Chorus]

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, uh

It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh

It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah, oh)

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy (Yeah)

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime