Senseless Lyrics - Kodak Black

Buddah bless this beat!

Don’t make no sense
How I’m rapping 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 stepping, 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 sеlling

I do no flagging, dog, been snapping, dog
In a seater to the feetеr
I be zig-zagginh, dog
All I want to do is get a bi**h
And f**k 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 samples, if you like it
You get two for one
Fly lifestyle
I’m rocking givenchy with the dolce gabbana
Hotbox, sending yola, smoking zaza
Pulling up to mcdonald’s
Heard you got some guala
Don’t be stupid, all my ni**as robbers
Heard you want some problems, keep it cute
Because all my ni**as shottas

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 selling

I do no flagging, dog, been snapping, dog
In a seater to the feeter
I be zig-zagging, dog
All I want to do is get a bi**h
And f**k her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick
Then hit the mall
Yeah!

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 paying, everybody rich
Ni**as say they ain’t going for sh*t
But everybody with it
I be jacking and wacking, ni**a
But I be rapping now and then
I’m gon’ bounce out with that strap
I don’t need nobody else
I feel like I’m kodak black
I don’t see nobody else
My ni**as ain’t got no mind
Them boys get jesus outta here
My ni**as ain’t got no mind
They will kick a demon outta here

Ayy, fly lifestyle
I’m rocking balenci with chanel
It don’t make no sense, another 3.7 m’s
My ni**as don’t make no sense
They ain’t f**king, wam, bam
I love that ni**a to death
I should’ve tell if I was
Ah, everybody know I roll
But I ain’t talking van damme
I have a shoot-out at the park, ni**a
I ain’t never play around