Lyrics No Sense - MarcoMoney

Lately i been like fuck rap get racks(get racks)
Gun up on my lap, leave a nigga where he at
Ion wanna talk especially if it ain't about no cash
I got somethin in my mag that'll put you on your ass
(Yop yop it's gon put you on your ass)
I'm tryna put hunnits in my stash if you not we on a different path (no cap)
Ion care if you got money, it don't matter when you a rat

How i end up in the front but i started in the back?
Did me wrong in my past so i ain't givin em' no pass
If it's smoke we tryna turn him to a pack
Truck black, i was riding in that caddy but ion lack
These niggas snake they own bros for a hoe what is that? (you niggas weird)
You a petty nigga
I'm always ready nigga
Pistol in my hand, if he try me get deadly with it
Wocky in my cup but it's dark like Pepsi's in it
You don't know my business i'm lowkey like Seddy Hendrinx
You don't even know half of this shit
Niggas tried to do me cold i ain't lackin again
I told the bros not to fold but like the beat, niggas switched
I be talkin shit everytime i'm in the booth but i'm pissed (cmon)

Why you think you got me figured when you don't know shit
Two niggas but we got six cups and like four sticks
Fuck 12 if i could i would, i'll blow them
Why he uppin' pole on the net we don't post them
Fuck features ion really want no rap friends
I was sittin on the bleachers i ain't hate i used to clap hands
Glizzy in my pants sorry baby ion really want no lap dance
Every time you get up in the booth you the cap man(uh)

Before you stack a hunnit gotta crawl before you walk and just stack ten
If you don't think before you talk you get packed in
Eyes on the front but i'm clutchin on my gun while i back in
She gon let me paint her face cause she getting turned on cause i'm a artist
Off-whites got me euro steppin James Harden
It's a cold (Cole) world so my brother keep a Tommy like Martin
Tech in a tech fleece joggy i ain't joggin
You assist the cops you fuck with 12 John Stockton
Ion get no rest i be tryna get a check more profit
If it's going down call me Chris Brown i'll get it poppin
(Uh, who the hottest in the town?)
Man that shit don't really matter we can all win
Talkin shit put me on your list for your top ten
In the deep in tryna swim so brought fin
Brother this and brother that, nigga we are not kin
Please don't try to diss on a track we are not kids
They say i'm rude i just play it coo, we are not friends
Don't wanna make the news better keep yo tool cause they don't got sense
(They don't got no sense)