Song Info: I Feel Like Im Gucci Mane In 2006 Song name is Make No Sense sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
I Feel Like Im Gucci Mane In 2006 Lyrics
[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f^^king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n^^ga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, godd^^n, 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 motherf^^ker
And you know me, b^^ch, 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, b^^ch, I’ll put you under
I ain’t cut too much, I got that s^^t that make ’em tweak like d^^n
Can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This s^^t ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see ’em hatin’ like d^^n
All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like n^^ga, uh, n^^ga
N^^ga, b^^ch, n^^ga, baow, with my jewelry (F^^k a jury)
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f^^king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n^^ga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, godd^^n, 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, b^^ch, you notice me
Tell them n^^gas I say f^^k ’em
These hoes ain’t s^^t, they want my cash, so I’ll never love ’em (Stupid b^^ch)
I flash and beat a n^^ga a^^ with this fifty ball (I don’t need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherf^^k a n^^ga)
That’s a bar, real n^^ga 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, b^^ch, when we ride
I’m convicted, but it’s an issue, I’ll slide for a slide
Die today, b^^ch, they say four p^^sy n^^gas died ‘fore I died, slime
[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f^^king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n^^ga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, godd^^n, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime`