Intro 
Buddah Bless this beat 

Chorus 
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006 
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks 
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense 
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh 
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh 
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh 
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy 
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime 

Verse 1 
I could hit it, I could whip it, I could bag it, I could stash it 
I could trap out like a motherfucker 
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner) 
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin' hard) 
It don't make sense, I’m not alright, bitch, I'll put you under 
I ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make 'em tweak like damn 
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am) 
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see 'em hatin' like damn 
All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em 
Like nigga, uh, nigga 
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (Fuck a jury) 

Chorus
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

Verse 2
4KTrey, BoB, I been that, bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash, so I'll never love ’em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball (I don't need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherfuck a nigga)
That's a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
I'm convicted, but it's an issue, I'll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime

Chorus
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime