(Hook)
On the first day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
One digit scale and bout' ten pounds of weed
On the second day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
AK-47 and a mini sub-machine
If you a real ass nigga get money (get money)
If you a real ass woman get money (get money)
Cuz I’m a Northside nigga I don't take no shit
And if it don't make dollars it don’t make no sense
(Verse)
Runnin' up that bag it's a sack race
Bitch I'm outside with that Mac thang
Murda mob shit, this that pack slang
Slidin on them suckas if they act brave
Doubled back just like a Minaj
I really am that nigga bitch this ain't no facade
Out in LA I was wilding for a week, I'm on Hennessy and weed, she on coke we don't sleep plus
She gon' bring her friend and I’mma let her, birds of a feather flock together, she gon’ suck and she gon' catch it (aye)
Gettin’ faded with some bitches from the west side
Moblyfe nigga reppin' Northside, welcome to the dark-side
We from the gutter, we don't report crime (nah)
If it's issues we suiting up, it’s morph time (pop pop pop pop)
Nigga my stems sale cuz I'm more live
My niggas be on that activist like they organize
(Hook)
On the first day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
One digit scale and bout' ten pounds of weed
On the second day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
AK-47 and a mini sub-machine
If you a real ass nigga get money (get money)
If you a real ass woman get money (get money)
Cuz I'm a Northside nigga I don't take no shit
If it don't make dollars it don't make no sense
(Verse)
All I know is shine
If I'm with a bitch she mine, (aye)
Told her throw it back like she pressed rewind
My gun shoot on fast forward though
Bitch you know the rules, aye it's cash over hoes
My top back slide and I'm loaded
I'm fucked up tryna focus
Top grade nigga like POTUS
This your final notice, should I
Count my money, or party with bitches
They taking pictures, asking questions, well that's prolly the snitches
Catching holy ghost the only time I'll be a witness
I pull up on you throwin' it up like I got motion sickness
I know they itching for that Dub shit, fresh up out the mud shit, certified thug shit, rollin 60 cuz shit
Watch me put this pressure on, I'm on this beat like a metronome
Yeah you own top but forgot who you steppin' on
Look at who I'm reppin' for, how we gotta maintain was only suited to hang the reason that we will never fold
(Hook)
On the first day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
One digit scale and bout' ten pounds of weed
On the second day of Cripmas my new plug gave to me
AK-47 and a mini sub-machine
If you a real ass nigga get money (get money)
If you a real ass woman get money (get money)
Cuz I'm a Northside nigga I don't take no shit
If it don't make dollars it don't make no sense
Get money
Make No Sense was written by T-Dubb-O.
T-Dubb-O released Make No Sense on Sat Dec 22 2018.