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• Artist Name: Bobbby Shmurda
• Song Name: No Sense
• Album: Bodboy
• Song Category: Hip-Hop/Rap
• Year Recorded: 2022

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Ain’t got no time for sleep. With so much money on mind, ain’t got no time for me
Shawty call me all the time, and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot, and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’, rich
Baby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stackin’ Mr. Ben ’til he twenty feet
A lot of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three’s
Bitch, .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquí
Bitch, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
Bitch, .45 on my waist, I’m in my Bentley Jeep
Bitch, finna fire on them niggas, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me

If you heard we slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories
Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
PJ, got a thirty and extenders in this hand Glock
I’m gettin’ get rich as fuck, I’m just tryna keep my man out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s love, then why your hands up?
Huh, so you say it’s love, then why your hands up?
They got they hands up ’cause she always got her pants down
They said I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man now
Yeah, and this bitch always got her pants down, yeah
They tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans now
Tryna kill me for queso, fill the tan up

Tryna kill me for the Lamb’ now
I got a chopper with a stand now
I bought the chopper with a stand now
I ain’t playin’ ’round, niggas fuck around and play it down
I’ma tear it down, from their friends to their grandma
I’ma hit him in his head, hah, I’m go him ’til the TEC stop
Blow the best spot, I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I hit a nigga, now his man hot (Brr)
I hit the nigga ’til it jam, hot
I got the chopper with the stand now, bitch, I ain’t playing ’round
Send the money in advance, it sound like a band, yah
When I’m bustin’ on my (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ on my (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yams

I done kept them thirties in the gram, bustin’ open, no repent
You know my niggas are from jail right, yeah
They been my niggas, they some jail [?], yeah
I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hot
Hit the .40, get the block out, I make you black out
So tell these niggas, “I’m top shotta,” I’m big and badder
I’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick to pop ya
If a nigga play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider
Niggas play, they gettin’ shot up
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
If you fuck with Bobby, you fuck with me, go get your doctor
Go get your papa, go get your mother and your mama (Lil’ bitch)

And I’ma go and get my llama (Yeah)
And we gon’ do it on the flossy, fuck what you on, G
Yeah, we can do it like some doggies, right on the concrete
And I’ma show you how a dog be
Yeah, she only like me ’cause I’m flossy
She only like me ’cause the office, these niggas bossy
I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin’ floor seats
I’m in the jet, havin’ orgies
I used to shoot up niggas porch, G
I’m in the jet, havin’ orgies, fuck what you saw, G
I used to shoot up niggas porches, he with the torch, G
Now we lit, we havin’ orgies
Brr, tell them hoes, “Don’t record me”
Brr, ayy, you know ain’t no one as hard as me

No one is dawg as me, can’t no bitch gon’ take in charge of me
No skin as dark as me
And ain’t no nigga ain’t got no heart like me (Uh-uh)
I heard the niggas tryna spark, G
Please, bitch, had me come up on your parkin’ lot
In the parkin’ spot
Hit the nigga in the parkin’ spot, right in the parkin’ lot
You know these niggas like to talk a lot
Shh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot? (Lil’ bitch)
Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot?
Say ,”Fuck you talkin’ ’bout?” Say, “Fuck that shit”
Nigga, I’m from Clarkson Ave, we them doggies out
Me and him dogs, we like to bark a lot
Yeah, and it’s just rappin’, dawg, yeah

You see his response, we slap him off
Watch me clap it off
First deal nigga (What)
First talk, first dead nigga
First nigga talk, first catch a round, nigga
From the ounce, nigga
Play with me, it’s goin’ down, nigga
Lay him down, nigga, from his motherfuckin’ squad, nigga
Make up your face like you bi, nigga
You fuck around and catch a shot, nigga
You know I’m hot, nigga, play with me, that’s on the spot
He dropped his chops, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, nigga
Brr, .45 in the Glock, nigga
Brr, yeah, they know I’m a hot nigga, hit your block, nigga

Put the .30 in the Glock, we gon’ get you shot, nigga
Fuckin’ with me like you bi, nigga
They made these pussies talk a lot, nigga
Until I catch him on the spot, nigga
Make a shot, nigga, with the .30 in the Glock
Walk his block, nigga, catch him in the parkin’ lot, nigga
Dub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parked, nigga
Hood, they fuck with me, then they gon’ get parked, nigga
They get parked, nigga, quick, fast
Get ’em sparked, nigga, play the heart, nigga
Play for keeps when you’re on nigga (What)
That gang shit ’til the morn’, nigga
That gang shit ’til the night, nigga
That’s your life, nigga

Play with us, we GS9, nigga
Hit you twice, nigga
Hit you three times in your eyes, nigga
Brr, shootin’, shootin’, niggas blind, nigga
Brr, he only got two on his rod, nigga, and two slide, nigga
We got two up on his side, nigga
Hit his side nigga, soon
Hit him in the ride, nigga
Brr, right in his head, right in his side, nigga
Brr, ha ha ha ha
Dread nigga, yeah
They fuck with me, they know I’m Crip, nigga
They play with me, they know it’s lit, nigga
Give a six nigga, hit right you right in front your bitch, nigga

Grip the click, nigga, drums hanging off the whip, nigga, brr