Fat Trel - Don't Make No Sense lyrics

[Intro : Master P & Chief Keef] Sosa, (?), Master P This sh** don't make no sense It's like a movie, I'm the director My lil n***a (?) he (?) They say what don't k** you make you stronger n***as scared to f** with us though! [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja I gets lots of commas, and I can f** yo momma Tote .30s no revolvers Flexing in the summer Riding in my Hummer, 24s vellano's Thumbing through the check Steady buying them tecs and sh** I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity n***a don't get mixed I say b**h I'm from Chiraq, we got more k**ers than Afghanistan O-block its just us, we the new Klux Klan All my boys knock hammers Now all of your n***as damaged Some of your boys won't make it From these 300 cannons bang [Hook: Chief Keef] This sh** don't make no sense (nah) This sh** don't make no sense This sh** don't make no sense (nah) This sh** don't make no sense (huh) I say this sh** don't make no sense This payroll in my pocket This sh** don't make no sense (huh) I say this sh** don't make no sense This 100 in my clip This sh** don't make no sense (huh) I say this sh** don't make no sense bang [Verse 2: Master P] In the jungle with k**as Tell the streets that we made it Untouchable n***as, we was born to be hated Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together Hood n***as we eating and we die for whatever See they sacred of my n***as, they wouldn't give him a ride I said free C-Murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon Taking pictures in the hood, some of these n***as be snitches Pillow talking with hoes, while I'm counting my riches Bad b**hes we call it, I'm on the block with my n***as Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them k**as I'm a ride for my n***as now the world gone feel us Underrated by some, disputed by many [Hook: Chief Keef] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] This sh** don't make no sense All the money all the b**hes I get Ride high but my 40 ride low It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot Molly high you can see it in my eyes Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride And she f** me anywhere at any time I make a hit she take a brick and break it down Stuff the brick and make my b**hes wait in line It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time And since I shoot she better knew to have mine [Hook: Chief Keef]