Don't Make No Sense

Chief Keef - Don't Make No Sense Lyrics

[Intro: Master P & Chief Keef]Sosa, (?), Master PThis shit don't make no senseIt's like a movie, I'm the directorMy lil nigga (?) he (?)They say what don't kill you make you strongerNiggas scared to fuck with us though![Verse 1: Chief Keef]Ganja Ganja, I be smoking GanjaI gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo mommaTote .30s no revolversFlexing in the summerRiding in my Hummer, 24s vellano'sThumbing through the checkSteady buying them tecs and shitI got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spitAy Trel over here, he pull up in the whipGotta lot of banana clips, fruity nigga don't get mixedI say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than AfghanistanO-block its just us, we the new Klux KlanAll my boys knock hammersNow all of your niggas damagedSome of your boys won't make itFrom these 300 cannons bang[Chorus: Chief Keef]This shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no senseThis shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis payroll in my pocketThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis 100 in my clipThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no sense bang[Verse 2: Master P]In the jungle with killasTell the streets that we made itUntouchable niggas, we was born to be hatedMe and Sosa won't tell it, we get money togetherHood niggas we eating and we die for whateverSee they sacred of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a rideI said free C-Murder and we gonna ride for TrayvonTaking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitchesPillow talking with hoes, while I'm counting my richesBad bitches we call it, I'm on the block with my niggasLouis V on the pillows smoking weed with them killasI'm a ride for my niggas now the world gone feel usUnderrated by some, disputed by many[Chorus: Chief Keef]This shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no senseThis shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis payroll in my pocketThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis 100 in my clipThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no sense bang[Verse 3: Fat Trel]This shit don't make no senseAll the money all the bitches I getRide high but my 40 ride lowIt's on my lap I don't tote it in the airI can't forget to flip and whip and make a potMolly high you can see it in my eyesGive her dick cause I know she likes to rideAnd she fuck me anywhere at any timeI make a hit she take a brick and break it downStuff the brick and make my bitches wait in lineIt's nothing new cause boy I do this all the timeAnd since I shoot she better knew to have mine[Chorus: Chief Keef]This shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no senseThis shit don't make no sense (nah)This shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis payroll in my pocketThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no senseThis 100 in my clipThis shit don't make no sense (huh)I say this shit don't make no sense bang