Make Sense

I told the bitch she gotta go, cause I knew she wasn't for me I left the bitch, then she start fuckin' on the homie How you niggas got that gun, but never blowin If I ever see my opps outside, I gotta smoke them And she wanna f*ck with us, cause we them niggas having motion She turn around, I beat it up, I'm tryna dive up in her ocean I swear to God, you niggas bitches and it really don't make sense Your buddy had the blower, but you niggas took the case for him Cause when them niggas give em life, his tears start pourin I pop a perc, I'm in the pussy from sundown to mornin I left the bitch cause she was broke, And then she had got boring And every coupe you see me in, it gotta be a foreign I don't want no lame bitch, ever see me I out in traffic Best believe I lane switch I'ma junky with my juice, I to mix the purp with tris Yeah, you better do your thing, bounce out on opps and do your shit Please give it to me, put it in my hands, that's what I told the bitch You know I don't got time for friendly bitches, obvious You niggas is bitches, and y'all domt slide but, yall be tryin' it Let me see your mans up in that coupe, then he gon' die in it And I don't need no trojan, give me it, and I'ma slide in it I been facin' woods since 2am, and now it's five a.m nigga And if the homies ever killed your mans, it was my guy, nigga I told your bitch that we could never date, I'm just her side nigga She tryna throw it back, she throw it on me, get behind it She gave me that pussy, I jump in her ocean, dive in it I told the bitch she gotta go, because I knew she wasn't for me I left the bitch, and she start fuckin' on the homie How you niggas got that gun, but never blow it If I ever see my opps outside, I gotta smoke it And she wanna f*ck with us, but we the niggas, havin motion Turn around, I beat it up, and tryna dive with me, oh I swear to God, you niggas bitchy, and it really don't make sense Your buddy at that party, bitch, you niggas took the case from him That's when them niggas came to life, it's too short for him I pop the pack, I bring the pussy from Santa in the morning I left the bitch, cause she was broke, and then she act up on me And every girl be seein' me, and it gotta be a foreign Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is about a child, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah