YB

Dont Make Sense

by YB

[Verse 1]
I heard them man are on gang
But this sh*t just dont make sense, if he was on man then he wouldn't have ran
And this mask got my face all sweaty, but i can't take it off cos the cameras on man
Fill up the pcx just petty, and pray that the dots dont jam
I just linked up with bro, and this smart car is only for 2 so its me bruckback with smoke
The feds on the way to the crashing, drive on the pavements f*ck that go
But let me not talk too tough, if i told you about serious drillings I'd probably end up in scrubs, that day i was moving nuts
Stepped to the opps feeling like Taze, thats hold a second, ay let me just grip on my weapon, same paigan teach him a lesson
Or still step outside with the Headie and let it go su-su
In the bando, jugg jugg
Turn up the heater, cook cook
This week i don't whip so much, man i feel like i broke my wrist
Bare dust just left in, we chopping, we rock it and had more prof in the list
You can call me Harry Potter, im still waving wonds at kids
Slap that off at the crowd, now look at the crowd just split
Bruck it set it, Bruck it set it, boy control your fots
When i talk about brucking it, im talking about banging off my dots

[Bridge]
Man this sh*t just dont make sense, like how could you call this beef when you dont even back your friends
Like your from the same damn ends

[Verse 2]
Tac get gone in a flash like lightning
I tell my young g dont move frightend, hop out the cab onsight him
Shout my young boy little sav, he's like 5 foot 8, but he carries the longest shank
Can't believe that the opps are splanks, like what would you do if my shh got backed

[Bridge]
Them man buy Zanotti's, like why would i buy Zanotti's
Spend p's on the waps do the drill's dem properly
And if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, Im like "hmm probably"
And if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, Im like "hmm probably"

[Verse 3]
Like, backstrap that spliff and tear up that sheet like I tear up my paigans lungs
Them boy just talk with toungue's, live O in the flesh they freeze trip up and run
Anything 4 gets bun, back it out see the paigans run
Can't believe that my door got spun, I just got knicked for a loaded gun
But Im on the opp block now with a different gun and I dont know how
Bruck it back, 2 shells fly out, aim at heads opp boys hit ground
Or im in a bando with the whole of the weight, man i pray that the feds dont kick this down
[?] chinged up a paigan, he ain't come back till now
Hit the strip rap it up in cling and go dish that out
I do my ting on the ends, bro bro does his ting kway out
Hit that strip rap it up in cling and go dish that out
I do my ting on the ends, bro bro does his ting kway out
Back your mates, best back your friends, we'll wizz round tryna crash and heads
If you leave your friends then it don't make sense
Back your mates, and back your friends, we'll wizz round tryna crash and heads
If you leave your friends then it don't make sense
Man it dont make sense

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