MAKE IT MAKE SENSE
Uh, my bitch in all black, nah dawg this ain't a double R, shit, we roll in a scat
I rack that shit back, we letting shots go off, shit and we might spin back
She wanna fuck with the team, sometimes this shit get real crazy
And when I sip on this drank I get lazy
I still get money and they try to hate me
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense?
Coach put me in and you sit on the bench
Yeah I got this bag on my own, uh I'm running it up like I gotta pay rent
Yeah we got this shit on our own, uh
Why is she calling my phone? Uh
Bitch I just wanted some dome, yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense? Yeah I got this bag on my own
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense? Yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense?
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense!
Uh, my bitch in all black, nah dawg this ain't a double R, shit, we roll in a scat
I rack that shit back, we letting shots go off shit, and we might spin back
She wanna fuck with the team, sometimes this shit get real crazy
And when I sip on this drank I get lazy
I still get money and they try to hate me
Yeah foreign bag shit in a duffle, yeah glock got a laser and a muzzle, yeah
Telling that bitch I love her, uh
But ion really fucking love her, yeah
But she got really good brain, shit, that shit got me insane
And I knew the last fool was a lame, yeah Trizzy real good with the aim
I rack that shit back, we letting shots go off, shit and we might spin back
She wanna fuck with the team, sometimes this shit get real crazy
And when I sip on this drank I get lazy
I still get money and they try to hate me
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense?
Coach put me in and you sit on the bench
Yeah I got this bag on my own, uh I'm running it up like I gotta pay rent
Yeah we got this shit on our own, uh
Why is she calling my phone? Uh
Bitch I just wanted some dome, yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense? Yeah I got this bag on my own
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense? Yeah now you can leave and go home
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense?
Yeah like tell me how does that make sense!
Uh, my bitch in all black, nah dawg this ain't a double R, shit, we roll in a scat
I rack that shit back, we letting shots go off shit, and we might spin back
She wanna fuck with the team, sometimes this shit get real crazy
And when I sip on this drank I get lazy
I still get money and they try to hate me
Yeah foreign bag shit in a duffle, yeah glock got a laser and a muzzle, yeah
Telling that bitch I love her, uh
But ion really fucking love her, yeah
But she got really good brain, shit, that shit got me insane
And I knew the last fool was a lame, yeah Trizzy real good with the aim
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Writer(s): Trizzy Grams
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