Dont Make Sense -

I heard them man are on gang

But this shit just don’t make sense, if he was on man then he wouldn’t have ran

And this mask on my face all sweaty, but I can’t take it off cause the cameras

on man

Fill up the PCX just petty, and pray that the dots don’t jam

I just linked up with bro, and this smart car’s only for 2 so it’s me and

bruckback with smoke

The feds on the way to the crashing, drive on the pavement, fuck that, go

But let me not talk too tough, if I told you about a serious drilling I’d

probably end up in scrubs, that day I was moving nuts

Stepped to the opps feeling like Taze, thats hold a second, and let me just

grip on my weapon, see a paigan and teach him a lesson

Or I still step outside with the Headie and let it go suu-suu

In the bando, jugg jugg

Turn up the heater, cook cook

This week I done whip so much, man I feel like I broke my wrist

Bare dust just left from chopping, we rock it and add more prof on the list

You can call me Harry Potter, I’m still waving wands at kids

Slap that off at the crowd, and look at the crowd just split

Bruck it, set it, bruck it, set it, but we ain’t controlling thots

When I talk about brucking it, I’m talking about banging off my dots

Man this shit just don’t make sense, like how could you call this beef when you

don’t even back your friends

Like you’re from the same damn ends

Tac get gone in a flash like lightning

I tell my young g dont move frightened, hop out the cab on-sight 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 burst blanks, like what would you do if my shh got

backed

Them man buying Zanotti’s, like why would I buy Zanotti’s

Spending P’s on the waps do the drill’s dem properly

And if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, I’m like «Hmm, probably»

And if you ask me if the gang caught him and him, I’m like «Hmm, probably»

Like, backstrap that spliff and tear up that sheet like I tear up my paigon’s

lungs

Them boy just talk with tongues, live’O in the flesh they freeze,

trip up and run

Anything 4 get bun, back it out see the paigons run

Can’t believe that my door got spun, I just got nicked for a loaded gun

But I’m on the opp block now with a different gun and I don’t know how

Bruck it back, 2 shells fly out, aim at heads, opp boys hit ground

Or I’m in a bando with a whole load of weight, man I pray that the feds don’t

kick this down

chinged up a paigan, he ain’t come back till now

Hit the strip, wrap it up in cling, and go dish that out

I do my ting on the ends, bro bro does his ting kway out

Hit the strip, wrap 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, bro wizz 'round try’na crash at heads

If you leave your friends then it don’t make sense

Back your mates, and back your friends, bro wizz 'round try’na crash at heads

If you leave your friends then it don’t make sense

Man it don’t make sense