Don't 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 got 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 two

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 'bout a serious drilling, I'd probably end up in scrubs

That day I was moving nut

Stepped to the opps feeling like Taze

That's hold up a sec, and let me just grip on my weapon

See a pagan and teach him a lesson

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

In the bando, juug-juug, 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 out waving wands at kids

Slap that off of the crowd

Now, 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 can you call this beef

When you don't even back your friends?

Like you're both from the same damn ends

Tac get gone in a flash like lightning

I tell my young G, don't 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 **** 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, "Hm, probably"

If you ask me if the gang caught him and him

I'm like, "Hm, probably"

Like, back-strap that spliff and tear that sheet

Like I tear up my paigon's lungs

Demboy just talk with tongues, live O in the flesh

They freeze, trip up, and run

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

Can't believe that my door got spun

I just got nicked for a loaded gun

But I'm on the opp block right now with a different gun

And I don't know how

Bruck it back, two shells fly out

Aim at heads, opp boys hit grounds

Or I'm in a bando with a whole load of weight

Man, I pray that the feds don't kick this down

**** my girl gang, chinged up a paigon

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, but bro-bro does his ting way out

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

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

Back your mates, best back your friends

Bro wiz, 'round tryna crash at heads

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

Back your mate and back your friends

Bro wiz, 'round tryna crash at heads

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

Man, it don't make sense