Master P ft. Fat Trel, Chief Keef - Don't Make No Sense Lyrics

Sosa tell 'em, Master P, huh
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My lil' niggas ready, uh huh
They say what don't kill you make you stronger
Niggas scared to fuck with us though

Ganja ganja, I be smoking ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo' mama
Tote .30s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my Hummer, 24's Vellano's
Thumbing through that check
Steady buying them TECs and shit
I got no limit in the clip of my FN and I let it spit
Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
Got a lot of banana clips, fruity nigga don't get mixed
I say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O block its just us, bitch, we the new Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your niggas damaged
Some of your boys won't make it
From these 3hunna cannons bang

This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This bankroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This hunnid in my clip
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense, bang

In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable niggas, we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a bond
I said, free C-Murder and we gon' ride for Trayvon
Taking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitches
Pillow talking with hoes, while I'm counting my riches
Bad bitches we callin', I'm on the block with my niggas
Louis V on the pillows, smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my niggasm now the world gone feel us
Underrated by some, disputed by many (shit)

This shit don't make no sense (shit, shit)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This bankroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This hunnid in my clip
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense, bang

All the shit I get don't make no sense (no sense)
All the money, all the bitches I get (I get)
Ride high but my .40 ride low (ride low)
It's on my lap, I don't tote it in my hand (so what you do?)
I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pie (make a pie)
Molly high you can see it in my eyes (real high)
Give her dick 'cause I know she likes to ride (she can ride out)
And she fuck me anywhere at any time (anytime)
I make the hit, she take the dick and break it down (break it down)
Stuff the click and make my bitches wait in line (she wait in line now)
It's nothing new 'cause boo, I do this all the time (all the time now)
And since I shoot, she better knew to have mine (have mine now)

This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This bankroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This hunnid in my clip
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense, bang