SENSELESS Lyrics

Eight A.M we land

Ten A.M we Lamb

Twelve get on my ass I'm a do the dash

Lamborghini business

Boy put up that cat any hemi get it

Big Urus

Make it disappear

Its A genie in it

Houston this the vibe

We at Onyx or The Address shit I'm feeling both the vibes

Tryin to fall up out that bitch so I don't think that I can drive

So drunk I'm like pass the gas

He like you don't smoke but we O.T so bro get high

Good at counting money I was never good at math

Thirty up in this gleesh I start subtracting it don't add

Imma be good even when I'm doing bad

Lil bro he got nabbed found his rocks and took his jab

Up shit

Bonded him right out we came cash

He was back serving same night he hit the Ave

Dumb bitch

Get up off my phone you blowing my high

Go be with that lil broke nigga help him shake a bag

Landed

Told the sprinter driver we ain't need him he was mad pissed

In some shit that make a fast car look real average

Told her she cant fly with me cuz she got too much baggage

Told a good girl I like my goods a lil damaged

Bro just stuffed a wood it look like he eating cabbage

Nigga It's just words walk away before its tragic

It don't make no sense

What I spent on these it don't cost yo kicks

What I spent on these it dun cost yo rent

It don't make no sense

If he call a play the whole gang gon blitz

My shooter like a diaper he be with the shits

False flagging the way my blood pocket full of Crips

It don't make no sense

The way I fucked his bitch it ain't make no sense

It don't make no sense

Gang

It don't make no sense

We in Houston in this bitch

Houston in this bitch

This a freestyle and we in this bitch