No Sense (Explicit)-Young Dolph/Key Glock

Yeah, yeah (Supah Mario) (That boy Cassius) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey (Hey, that boy Cassius) That stiff dawg, shit, nigga, uh Skinny-ass nigga in some big Balenciagas My girl was mad at him so I took the ***** shoppin' Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in Prada Everybody know that he a big **** popper Smokin' ice cream, rollin' on some peach cobbler Hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors Why the **** you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt? Hit the alarm on the 'Rari and it go (Brrt, brrt) Park the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (Skrrt, skrrt) Feds watchin' me so I scramble 'em (Shakе 'em up) Had your ***** at the room, but I had to put out She too freaky, nah, I couldn't handle her (Damn) My young niggas walk around with chandeliers (Damn) Yeah, chandelier the **** Khaled talkin' 'bout (Damn) Dolph hit the club, then the *****es comin' out (Damn) I heard the opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (*****) Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' 'round (Rrah) I make your broke-ass brother gun you down (Rrah) Damn, you too thick, girl, turn around (Rrah) Lemme smack it one time and see how it sound Millionaire but I make my boy lay you down They don't give a ****, they don't play around Somebody text me, so I look down My ***** waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown (Gabbana gown) Yeah, *****, I still wear Gucci I'm chillin' with a groupie, beatin' up her coochie (Beat it up) Uh, Glizock, my life a movie (Glizock) Guess who shoot it? Your *****, I do's it (I do) Uh, ballin' real hard, no recruiting, yuh (On God) Paper Route winnin', never losin', uh (Gang) Before I drop the top, I been ruthless, yuh Give it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (Raw) Yuh (Yuh), yuh, still goin' dumb (Dumb), uh Mr. Glock, the baguette don, yeah (Baguette) Exotic smoke in my lungs, ooh (Yeah, yeah) I really came out of them slums (Out 'em) I'm finna buy me a house with a pond (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, and I put this **** on my moms, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I think I was born with a gun (Yeah, yeah) I'm a son of a gun, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) *****, you know where I'm from, yeah (*****, uh) South Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (Thirties), yeah Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (You know it) I get that **** done (Done), uh Maybach on my wrist, this young nigga lit (Lit) And a Porsche on my guns (Woo), duh (Duh) Shit don't make no sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) This **** don't make no sense (No sense) This **** don't make no sense (No sense) Shit don't make no sense (Make no sense) Shit don't make no sense (No sense) Yuh