Don’t Make Sense Ralfy the Plug & ItsManMan

[Intro]
(Viper)
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[Chorus: ItsManMan]
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat
You ain't 'bout a bag, you 'bout a bitch, it don't make sense to me
Buffies with the tint, but they ain't shit, I need a twenty piece
Ain't waitin' in no line, smack your ass, don't be in front of me
Caught him rappin', .40 started clappin', DJ cut the beat

[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
These niggas hoes, if he don't want no smoke, then why he light it up?
You won't catch me beefin' with no band, he 'bout to fight the drum
He fuck with Wayne, we leave him Weezy F, like, nigga, tighten up
Who hyped him up? They actin' like they thugs, these niggas nice as fuck
He ain't tottin' MACs, he tottin' MacBooks, this boy got Twitter fingers
I fuck with the Stinc, then spray Febreze, I just let pippy clean him
Most of these niggas wearin' replicas, act like he shop at Neimans
Two bad bitches got nae nae in the cut, she hangin' out the nina
Treat a day just like a robbery, I'm whippin' pipe out
Fucked around and gave her a sunny D 'cause it was nice out
Got big heaters like, nigga, run them chains, I throw your ice out
I got Mike Jordan, you think you Mike Tike, I knock your lights out
Brodie hittin' cars, he punchin' back to back, I don't know how he do it
He want some clout, alright, gang them grab that clip, we finna make a movie
Know my alphabet, this chop got double Ds, I be tottin' boobies
I just hit a thick white bitch, you know I fuck with Susan