No Sense Songtext
von Bobby Shmurda
No Sense Songtext
Better be a ten (Fast Life)
Better be a ten, better get it in (yeah, yeah)
Better drive bent, better have friend (yeah, yeah)
Better Rowdy in it, better ride with him (ra)
Bet I′m slidin' there, niggas slidin′ there (slidin' there)
Niggas hidin' there, choppers flyin′ there (yeah, yeah)
Ain′t got time for them if they ain't got time for bands (nigga)
Nigga want five, took plus five, took plus three and wildin′ it
And the nigga ain't got no sense, who bodies and who rich and poppin′ shit?
Who really droppin' shit? Who not as lit?
Who fuckin′ thot is this?
You niggas politics
Okay, let's go
I'm rockin′ crimson, they still coppin′ whips (yeah, yeah)
Came off this bitch, still poppin' shit like a nigga ain′t got no sense
Yeah, yeah, yeah (like a nigga ain't got no sense), yeah, yeah, yeah
Like a nigga ain′t got no sense
Popped the Glock like it ain't got no pin
I been slidin′ in, jumpin' out on niggas, firin' ten
Nigga, who wife is this? (Bop, bop)
Nigga, who ride is this? (Brrt)
Nigga, who slide is this? (Bop, bop)
We gon′ die for this (brrt)
Niggas won′t find the kid
I'm hidin′ out up until all types of shit
And my ex can't fight my bitch
We jumpin′ off jets, G5s, all types of shit
And a nigga don't like no shit
Don′t give a fuck 'bout who don't like this shit
Nigga, I′m on titan shit
I′m comin' through, I′m strikin' lightning, shit
Nigga, I′ma fly this bitch
Head off 'fore she even try some shit
Try to snitch, try to catch a lick like I ain′t out the bins
A nigga ain't got no sense
Yeah, a nigga ain't got no sense
These niggas ain′t got no sense
These niggas ain′t got no sense (yeah, yeah)
Like a nigga ain't got no-
(Fast Life)
(′Ko, play that shit)
Better be a ten, better get it in (yeah, yeah)
Better drive bent, better have friend (yeah, yeah)
Better Rowdy in it, better ride with him (ra)
Bet I′m slidin' there, niggas slidin′ there (slidin' there)
Niggas hidin' there, choppers flyin′ there (yeah, yeah)
Ain′t got time for them if they ain't got time for bands (nigga)
Nigga want five, took plus five, took plus three and wildin′ it
And the nigga ain't got no sense, who bodies and who rich and poppin′ shit?
Who really droppin' shit? Who not as lit?
Who fuckin′ thot is this?
You niggas politics
Okay, let's go
I'm rockin′ crimson, they still coppin′ whips (yeah, yeah)
Came off this bitch, still poppin' shit like a nigga ain′t got no sense
Yeah, yeah, yeah (like a nigga ain't got no sense), yeah, yeah, yeah
Like a nigga ain′t got no sense
Popped the Glock like it ain't got no pin
I been slidin′ in, jumpin' out on niggas, firin' ten
Nigga, who wife is this? (Bop, bop)
Nigga, who ride is this? (Brrt)
Nigga, who slide is this? (Bop, bop)
We gon′ die for this (brrt)
Niggas won′t find the kid
I'm hidin′ out up until all types of shit
And my ex can't fight my bitch
We jumpin′ off jets, G5s, all types of shit
And a nigga don't like no shit
Don′t give a fuck 'bout who don't like this shit
Nigga, I′m on titan shit
I′m comin' through, I′m strikin' lightning, shit
Nigga, I′ma fly this bitch
Head off 'fore she even try some shit
Try to snitch, try to catch a lick like I ain′t out the bins
A nigga ain't got no sense
Yeah, a nigga ain't got no sense
These niggas ain′t got no sense
These niggas ain′t got no sense (yeah, yeah)
Like a nigga ain't got no-
(Fast Life)
(′Ko, play that shit)
Writer(s): Ackquille Pollard, Mark Nikolaev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com