NO SENSE Lyrics

Lately i been like fuck rap get racks(get racks)

Gun up on my lap, leave a nigga where he at

Ion wanna talk especially if it ain't about no cash

I got somethin in my mag that'll put you on your ass

(Yop yop it's gon put you on your ass)

I'm tryna put hunnits in my stash if you not we on a different path (no cap)

Ion care if you got money, it don't matter when you a rat

How i end up in the front but i started in the back?

Did me wrong in my past so i ain't givin em' no pass

If it's smoke we tryna turn him to a pack

Truck black, i was riding in that caddy but ion lack

These niggas snake they own bros for a hoe what is that? (you niggas weird)

You a petty nigga

I'm always ready nigga

Pistol in my hand, if he try me get deadly with it

Wocky in my cup but it's dark like Pepsi's in it

You don't know my business i'm lowkey like Seddy Hendrinx

You don't even know half of this shit

Niggas tried to do me cold i ain't lackin again

I told the bros not to fold but like the beat, niggas switched

I be talkin shit everytime i'm in the booth but i'm pissed (cmon)

Why you think you got me figured when you don't know shit

Two niggas but we got six cups and like four sticks

Fuck 12 if i could i would, i'll blow them

Why he uppin' pole on the net we don't post them

Fuck features ion really want no rap friends

I was sittin on the bleachers i ain't hate i used to clap hands

Glizzy in my pants sorry baby ion really want no lap dance

Every time you get up in the booth you the cap man(uh)

Before you stack a hunnit gotta crawl before you walk and just stack ten

If you don't think before you talk you get packed in

Eyes on the front but i'm clutchin on my gun while i back in

She gon let me paint her face cause she getting turned on cause i'm a artist

Off-whites got me euro steppin James Harden

It's a cold (Cole) world so my brother keep a Tommy like Martin

Tech in a tech fleece joggy i ain't joggin

You assist the cops you fuck with 12 John Stockton

Ion get no rest i be tryna get a check more profit

If it's going down call me Chris Brown i'll get it poppin

(Uh, who the hottest in the town?)

Man that shit don't really matter we can all win

Talkin shit put me on your list for your top ten

In the deep in tryna swim so brought fin

Brother this and brother that, nigga we are not kin

Please don't try to diss on a track we are not kids

They say i'm rude i just play it coo, we are not friends

Don't wanna make the news better keep yo tool cause they don't got sense

(They don't got no sense)