27 Mari - No Sense (feat. 1600Guapo) Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, come on
Alright, he five foot but he'll still swish your face up like Jim Carrey
Chop took the guts out his stomach like he was drinking Dairy
He wanna see me put the blicks down, I turned into the Tooth Fairy
You see me coming down the block in all black, yeah, it's a lil' scary
Ayy, for that bag I'm charging stacks
He said he was a killer, told bro take 'em to the back
When he get in front of jawns, broadie don't know how to act
He said he wanna see that striker, bout to take it to the track
When this chopstick got to the surgery, he was still woke
Walking to the store, I seen a pop, so I grabbed my poke
She tried to leave the function early, like, where you finna go?
She hit the North Pole, I'm like, oh, you wanna Santa hoes
Chase 'em down, lay 'em out with the bubbleguts
You want smoke with me, you gon' come and get this uppercut
If we ain't using hands, you getting a cut and another cut
Like he said the seatbelt won't work in time, bitch, buckle up
Alright, I'm telling you, they got no sense
This ARP it lit your scat up and left your hood bent
After them lil' gremlins took his head, we had to go repent
He say he came up with a bag, man, he robbed the dope man
Hey, hey, he robbed the dope man
Yeah, we built a snowman
Yeah, we pushed his 'fro back
Yeah, I'ma pass it on, go
I'm that young nigga to, f*ck around, and rob the dope man
He was coming like a big bad wolf that fully showed up
I don't really gotta use a gun, I like smacking niggas
I love trapping in the winter, yeah, my phone get bigger
I'm stealing niggas, trap's back to back, I got like four grams
I asked a nigga, can I hit his blunt to walk away with it
I dare a nigga walk up on me, I blow this K with it
Yeah, I'll kill you for your own blunt
The bitch gave me franks and beans for dinner, gave me bubbleguts
This a straight, striker, SRT, yeah, we pulling up
The bitch really bad, got a turkey, but she stink butt
She said she would let me f*ck, I hit it on her period
I be just joking with you niggas, I'm not serious
Even if I wasn't, y'all niggas would still be curious
You'd rather take a uppercut than take a buck fifty
You better pray to God when I call twin we get litty
My brody brung another switch, so I gotta switch with me
If you twist your hand just throw it up, you're getting a buck fifty
I'm not playing games no more, y'all niggas can't f*ck with me
I'm a type of nigga, put it in, feel it in your kidney
You just gotta breathe, relax, damn