Don’t Make No Sense Chief Keef (Ft. Fat Trel & Master P)

[Intro: Master P & Chief Keef]
Sosa, (?), Master P, huh
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My lil nigga's ready, he (?)
They say what don't kill you make you stronger
Niggas scared to fuck with us though!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo momma
Tote .30s, no revolvers (Yuh)
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my Hummer (Skrr), 24s vellano's
Thumbing through the check
Steady buying them tecs and shit
I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit (Bang bang)
Ayy Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
Gotta lot of banana clips (Bang), fruity nigga don't get mixed
I say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O-block its just us, we the new Klux Klan (O-block)
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your niggas damaged
Some of your boys won't make it (Nah)
From these 300 cannons, bang