[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 n***a's ready, he (?)
They say what don't kill you make you stronger
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as damaged
Some of your boys won't make it (Nah)
From these 300 cannons, bang
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense (Nuh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (Nuh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip (Bang bang)
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense bang

[Verse 2: Master P]
In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable n***as, we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood n***as we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my n***as, they wouldn't give him a ride
I said free C-Murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon
Taking pictures in the hood, some of these n***as be snitches
Pillow talking with hoes, while I'm counting my riches
Bad bitches we call it, I'm on the block with my n***as
Louis V on the pillows, smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my n***as, now the world gone feel us
Underrated by some, disputed by many
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip (Bang bang)
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense bang

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
This shit don't make no sense (No sense)
All the money all the bitches I get (I get)
Ride high but my 40 ride low (Ride low)
It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air (So what you [?])
I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot (Make a pot)
Molly high you can see it in my eyes (Real high)
Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride (Ride, like)
And she fuck me anywhere at any time (At any time, like)
I make a hit she take a brick and break it down (I break it down, though)
Stuff the brick and make my bitches wait in line (She wait in line now)
It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time (I do this all the time now)
And since I shoot she better knew to have mine (To have mine now, bitch)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (Nah)
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip (Bang bang)
This shit don't make no sense (Huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense bang