Video No Sense de Yung Kayo 2024 Rap Lyrics

Yung Kayo - No Sense Lyrics

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life on the risk

I'm living the life on the risk
I just put a tag on my coupe
And sometimes I got reminisce, I go reminisce on my room
What she gon do?, 40 sweepin down the broom
Not playing by the rules, I done brought the diamonds, it scoot
My life is [?], Birkin her purse, it's so encouraging
I drive in Excursion, I put in reverse, I whip it and burn the bitch
I whip it and burn the bitch, just like my rollie I got lots of Cullinans
I made a play, it was on second day, I made a 100k on the field
Ha-ha, if about money, don't cry now
Islands, [?] don't cry now
Rode in the Benz, she got Balenci the thot down
I bust on her [?], she touch on my lip and then bite down

Round, round, round
Gone for the day with the pound
I told that, baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around
I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy it's holding me down

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life on the risk

Sometimes I feel all alone
Sometimes the ice look two-tone, sometimes I'm riding around
Sometimes I'm riding around
I just been riding so long
You know that shit 24, open the door when y'all ready to ball
Your bitch would muddy the top, walkin' Rick and I'm not talking Ross
Nigga you not talkin' Ross, fuck on your bitch then I fuck all day long
Ah, ah, ah
Know she gon' bark like a dog
I was gon' ride in the Rolls, hop in the backseat I'm charging my phone

Round, round, round
Gone for the day with the pound
I told that, baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around
I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy it's holding me down

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life on the risk

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