Kodak Black – Senseless Lyrics

(Buddah Bless this beat)
Don’t make no sense
How I’m rappin’ and I’m thugging, dog
Don’t make no sense
I be getting all this money, dog
It don’t make no sense
Know where I’m steppin’, dog
It don’t make no sense, yeah

I feel like I’m Kodak Black in 2015
In the ‘Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don’t make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012 I was only fourteen
I was serving dope fiends, I was sitting [?]
I do no flagging, dog, been snipping, dog
In a seater to the feeter, I be zig-zaggin dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick then hit the mall (Yeah)

Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Amiri with the Louis Vuitton
Crack rocks sampling, if you like it, you get two for one
Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Da Vinci with the Dolce Gabbana
How about sending Yoda, smoking ZaZa, pulling up to McDonalds
Heard you got some guala, don’t be stupid, all my niggas robbers
Heard you got some problems, keep it cute, ’cause all my niggas shouters

I feel like I’m Kodak Black in 2015
In the ‘Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don’t make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012 I was only fourteen
I was serving dope fiends, I was sitting [?]
I do no flagging, dog, been snipping, dog
In a seater to the feeter, I be zig-zaggin dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick then hit the mall

Ayy, it don’t make no sense, I’m putting sticks all in the jets
And I’m putting bricks back in the bricks and I’m painting, now everybody rich
Niggas say they ain’t going for shit, but everybody with it
I be jacking and wacking, nigga, but I be rapping now and then
Over on Southside, with that strap on, don’t need nobody else
I feel like I’m Kodak Black, don’t see nobody else
My niggas ain’t got no money, oh boy, get Jesus outta here
My niggas ain’t got no money, kick the demon outta here
Ayy, fly lifestyle, I’m rocking [?] with Chanel
It don’t make no sense, another three point seven M’s
My niggas don’t make no senses, they ain’t fucking [?]
I love that nigga to death, I should’ve tell [?]
Ah, everybody know I roll, but I ain’t talking [?]
I have a shoot out at the party, I ain’t never play around