YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s ‘Make No Sense’ Lyrics



He raps about how his riches still feel unfathomable, but the way he handles his enemies is more habitual. He name-drops Gucci Mane in the opening line of the chorus (“I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006”) as a reference to when murder charges against him were dropped following the death of fellow Atlanta rapper Henry Lee Clark III.

Check out the lyrics below.

Buddah Blessed this beat

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f—ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n—a but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, godda–
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherf—er
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another .30 burner (burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin’ hard)
It don’t make sense, I’m not alright, bi— I’ll put you under
Ain’t cut too much, I got that sh– that make them tweak, like damn
Can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This sh– ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin’ like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like n—a, uh
N—a, n—a, bi—
N—a, bow, with my jewelry, f— the jury

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f—ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n—a but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

4KTrey, BoB, I been that bi— you know it’s me
Tell them n—as I say f— ’em
These h–s ain’t sh– they want my cash so I never love ’em
I flash and beat a n—a a– with this .50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin’ hit ’em with the cutter (motherf— a n—a)
There’s a boy real n—a blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the eight you play he shoot you in yo face (northside)
Bullets flying, back to back bi— when we ride
I’m convicted but issa issue I slide ‘fore I slide
Die today, before they say p—- n—as die ‘fore I die (slime)

I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f—ing neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
He a million dollar n—a but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, godd—
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden





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