Making Sense Video (MV)

7.62 probably rip his interior

Pop out the vert leakin drip like a period

Wide body swervin can tell that I'm steering it

Bitch want a birkin but still work at clearances

On a 10 hour flight I won't sleep til we land

Got the drum in the truck with the stick I got bands

If the carbon can't come in with me I ain't staying

Use to sleep with my heat now I sleep with my fans (aye)

Car go , from a look ain touch on the raw note big racks in the bucket that's for Pablo

Big jets fill em up with cigar smoke

100 racks coulda knocked out ya car note

If you play then you Lay you get knocked by your mans

I come up straight from the bottom how the f*ck I'm gettin top by these models it ain't making sense

I keep blue boys in the coupe we ain got enough room in this bitch for the dubs and the 10s

I'm suited up like the troops rockin givenchy boots got my foot on they neck leave a print

I treat the Rolls like a room hit her head through the roof of this bitch cause she know I got tint

All of them f*ck niggas know not to come at me wrong bout no smoke cause they know how I get

I'm in New York with the woo can't be fallin in love with no swoo cause she here for my bands

I know some Nigga that's trapped in the cell wouldn't kept in the loop cause they don't hear from they Mans

I'm the young Nigga that put all his profit from trappin to rappin that's been in my plans

Chanel double C put my bitches in mink she feel new to this life she so use to FN

Hop out a ghost and hop in a lamb

I want her closer I bring her here

I wanna know some why is you there

She acting worrisome I want her friend (yea yea)

Told her check out the fragrance lil bitch i got racks on

I know that they hate I came up off point eighting these niggas

I trap til the pack gone

7.62 probably rip his interior

Pop out the vert leakin drip like a period

Wide body swervin can tell that I'm steering it

Bitch want a birkin but still work at clearances

On a 10 hour flight I won't sleep til we land

Got the drum in the truck with the stick I got bands

If the carbon can't come in with me I ain't staying

Use to sleep with my heat now I sleep with my fans (aye)

Car go , from a look ain touch on the raw note big racks in the bucket that's for Pablo

Big jets fill em up with cigar smoke

100 racks coulda knocked out ya car note

If you play then you Lay you get knocked by your mans

I come up straight from the bottom how the f*ck I'm gettin top by these models it ain't making sense