Intro
Buddah Bless this beat
Chorus
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my
f king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on
that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar n a 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, 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 motherf ker
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
s t that make 'em tweak like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much,
the world know who I am (I am)
This s t 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, n a
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow,
with my jewelry (F k a jury)
Chorus
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my
f king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on
that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar n a 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, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it
make no sense, slime
Verse 2
4KTrey, BoB, I been that,
bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say f k 'em
These hoes ain't shit, they
want my cash, so I'll never
love 'em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a n a ass with this
fifty ball (I don't need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him
with the cutter (Motherf k a nigga)
That's a bar, real n a blessed him
with that bar and he say yeah eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot
you in your face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to
back, bitch, when we ride
I'm convicted, but it's an
issue, I'll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four p y
niggas died 'fore I died, slime
Chorus
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my
f king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on
that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar n a 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, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it
make no sense, slime
