Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Buddah Bless this beat
It don't make no sense
How I'm rappin' and I'm thuggin', dog
It don't make no sense
I be gettin' all this money, dog
It don't make no sense
Know where I'm steppin', dog
It don't make no sense, yeah
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Kodak Black in 2015
In the 'Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don't make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012, I was only fourteen
I was servin' dope fiends, my whole city know me
I do no flaggin', dog, been snappin', dog
And I'm Z'd up till the feet up, I be zig-zaggin', dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick then hit the mall (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fly lifestyle, I'm rockin' Amiri with the Louis Vuitton
Crack rocks samples, if you like it, you get two for one
Fly lifestyle, I'm rockin' Givenchy with the Dolce Gabbana
Hotbox in the 'Yota, smokin' ZaZa, pullin' up to McDonald's
Heard you got some guala, don't be stupid, all my **** robbers
Heard you want some problems, keep it cute, 'cause all my **** shottas
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Kodak Black in 2015
In the 'Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don't make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012, I was only fourteen
I was servin' dope fiends, my whole city know me
I do no flaggin', dog, been snappin', dog
And I'm Z'd up till the feet up, I be zig-zaggin', dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick then hit the mall
[Verse 3]
Aye, it don't make no sense, I'm puttin' sticks all in the 'jects
And I'm puttin' bricks back in the bricks and I'm payin' everybody rent
**** say they ain't goin' for shit, but everybody went
I be jacking and wacking ****, but I be rapping now and then
I'm gon' bounce out with that strap, I don't need nobody else
I feel like I'm Kodak Black, I don't see nobody else
My **** ain't got no mind, them boys get Jesus outta here
My **** ain't got no mind, they'll kick a demon outta here
Aye, fly lifestyle, I'm rockin' Balenci with Chanel
It don't make no sense, another 3.7 Ms
My **** don't make no sense, his name fucking Wam Bam
I love that **** to death, I'll shed a tear if I don't see him
Ah, everybody know I rob, but I ain't talkin' Van Dam
I'll have a shoot-out at the park, ****, I ain't never playin' 'round
Written by: Bill Kapri, Composer Author Unknown, Tyron Douglas
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