When You Thinc About It, It Make Sense

[Intro]

Huh, on God

Over the stove with the prrshh

Huh, huh

Over the stove with the-

Huh, huh

On God

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[Verse 1]

On the curb with the yucks

A quarter bird for the clucks

Slide wet I don't give a fuck

Step on that brick I A-Town stunt

I don’t trust them boys go get my gun

Dumb bitch my engine in the trunk

I teach you niggas how to stunt

A number gumbo in my blunt

This shit fucking up my lungs

Micro Draco with the drums

This bitch fat it look like Pun

Over the stove I'ma punch

Bro said “find a city bank”

If you can hit them bitch, you can hit any bank

Bought his stupid ass a Navy Fed

He talking about I got a court ahead

I'ma be honest I don’t know what the fuck he said

I don't know shit ‘bout no fucking scams

But that's my motherfucking man

So therefore I stick to the plan

Stupid ass nigga wait out in Japan

Almost fucked up forty six bands

Fucking up on the phone don't do that again

I'll catch an overnight flight to whoop your ass

My landlord talm ‘bout bullshit

Bitch in my crib she came on some bullshit

Spent my birthday in jail on some bullshit

Fentlee New York I'm tired of they bullshit

I owe my lawyer money but it's some lil shit

He ain't gon trip about it it’s some bullshit

I got 2.23s on some bullshit

Dawgshit Records we don’t go for that bullshit

You need to rob your jeweller he sold you bullshit

You thought you put that shit on but it's bullshit

Got on fake Amiris you on some bullshit

You a dangerous nigga you on some bullshit

How the fuck you ain’t got no money?

Bitch better go out and take money

I could give your dumb ass a job if you really wanna make money

Do the speed limit in this car but just wait for me

She said when I'm coming home shut up and wait for me

My mama called me for weed money

I had my brodie pull up and bring her a zip

Serve her good gumbo she high as a bitch

She ain't never smoked no weed like this

Bitch on my dick she don't know my name

I walk in that bitch like aye Jayda gang

Bitch say “I’m finer than Bobby Fishscale”

There's heroin here I don't know what's on his scale

Get your shit and leave this a quick sale

He dropped an album and he hope his shit sell

I'ma be honest with you bruh that's bullshit

And don't nobody wanna hear all that bullshit

It don't even make sense saying mad bullshit

They like “Pap, how the hell you rhyme bullshit with bullshit?”

I'ma be honest with you right now I'm on some bullshit

Grill twos almost just did some bullshit

I'm high as fuck my voice low as shit

Whatever I say gon make sense

Shit make sense even if it don't make sense

They like “Pap, how the fuck do that even make sense”

Shit if you think about it nigga it make sense

Ankle bracelet going off on some bullshit

Parole gon call me on some bullshit

I left my charger at home on some bullshit

Ain't nobody ‘bout to be carrying this bullshit

Think the charger got a shortage on some bullshit

Think they tryna set me up on some bullshit

Suck my dick I cut this bracelet and go on a run

[Outro]

On god