REAL ONE

TRUTH HURTS OR DOES IT PART 3

Kentrell's POV: I texted Shyla to tell her I was about to pull up. When I got there she was waiting outside. I swear she so beautiful it don't make no sense! I noticed we was both dressed alike I don't think either of us planned it that way. But if I'm gone twin with someone I'm glad it's my favorite person on Earth my babygirl.

Kentrell: Hey beautiful!

Shyla blushes.

Shyla: Hi handsome!

Kentrell: You ready to go?

Shyla: Yup.

Kentrell's POV: I opened Shyla's door for her and she got in. I hopped in the car and turned on the engine. I turned on Spotify and started playing my mix station. The first song that came on was Rick Ross My chick bad looking like a bag of money.  I sped off rapping the lyrics to Shyla as I was driving. She was smiling and I loved to see her smile it made me so happy. I made it to the studio in 20 minutes. I got out of the car and then I went and opened Shyla's door. She got out and I grabbed her hand and we went inside. When we got inside I dapped up Quel and he said was up to Shyla. She went and sat on the couch and I went and got in the booth. I was recording the last four songs I was putting on my album Make no sense, Gang Shit, Head Blown and Slime Mentality. Quel started the beat for Make no sense and I started flowing:
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another .30 burner (.30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin' hard)
It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch I'll put you under
Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like nigga, uh
Nigga, nigga, bitch
Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, fuck the jury

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

4KTrey, BoB, I been that bitch you know it's me
Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit they want my cash so I never love 'em
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this .50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherfuck a nigga)
There's a boy real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the H, you play he shoot you in yo face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we ride
I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died (slime)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden

Make No Sense lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.