Kodak Black- Senseless

It don’t make no sense
How I’m rappin’ and I’m thugging, dawg
Don’t make no sense
I be getting all this money, dawg
It don’t make no sense

Know how I’m steppin’, dawg
It don’t make no sense, yeah
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 serving dope fiends, I was selling Nomi
I do no flaggin’, dawg, been snappin’, dawg
And I’m Z’d up ’til the feet up, I be zig-zaggin’, dawg

All I wanted to do was get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I wanted to do was hit a lick, then hit the mall, yeah
Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Amiri with the Louis Vuitton
Crack rocks samples, if you like it, you get two for one
Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Givenchy with the Dolce Gabbana

Hotbox, sending Yola, smoking ZaZa, pulling up to McDonald’s
Heard you got some guala, don’t be stupid, all my niggas robbers
Heard you want some problems, keep it cute, ’cause all my niggas shottas
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 (Buddah Bless this beat)
I was serving dope fiends, I was selling Nomi
I do no flaggin’, dawg, been snappin’, dawg
And I’m Z’d up ’til the feet up, I be zig-zaggin’, dawg

All I wanted to do was get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I wanted to do was hit a lick, then hit the mall, yeah
Ayy, it don’t make no sense, I’m putting sticks all in the jets
And I’m putting bricks back in the bricks and I’m paying, everybody rent
Niggas say they ain’t going for shit, but everybody with it

I be jacking and wacking, nigga, but I be rapping now and then
I’m gon’ bounce out with that strap, I don’t need nobody help
I feel like I’m Kodak Black, I don’t see nobody else
My niggas ain’t got no mind, them boys get Jesus outta here
My niggas ain’t got no mind, they’ll kick a demon outta here

Ayy, fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Balen’ with Chanel
It don’t make no sense, another 3.7 M’s
My niggas don’t make no sense, his name fucking Wambam
I love that nigga to death, I shed a tear if I don’t see ’em
Ah, everybody know I rob, but I ain’t talking Van Damme

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