Kodak Black – “Senseless” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Kodak Black is currently on a roll with the release of the visual for the “Senseless” track produced by Buddah Bless. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Kodak Black Senseless

Kodak Black comes through with a new video to accompany his latest single, “Senseless.” Taking on twangy, bluesy Louisiana production,  Kodak’s latest track was produced by Buddha Blessed and references NBA Youngboy’s “Make No Sense.” “I feel like I’m Kodak Black in 2015/ In the VIP with plenty killas, mixin’ molly with the lean,” Kodak raps on the hook through his nasally delivery. “Don’tmake no sense, I catch a body on the scene.”

Kodak Black – Senseless (prod. Buddah Bless)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnPzv_bfNSA

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Don’t make no sense
How I’m rappin’ and I’m thugging, dog
Don’t make no sense
I be getting all this money, dog
It don’t make no sense
Know where I’m steppin’, dog
It don’t make no sense, yeah

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Kodak Black in 2015
In the ‘Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don’t make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012, I was only fourteen
I was serving dope fiends, I was selling [?]
I do no flaggin’, dog, been snappin’, dog
In a seater to the feeter, I be zig-zaggin’, dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Amiri with the Louis Vuitton
Crack rocks samples, if you like it, you get two for one
Fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Givenchy with the Dolce Gabbana
Hotbox, sending Yola, smoking ZaZa, pulling up to McDonald’s
Heard you got some guala, don’t be stupid, all my niggas robbers
Heard you want some problems, keep it cute, ’cause all my niggas shottas

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Kodak Black in 2015
In the ‘Vette with plenty killers, mixing molly with the lean
It don’t make no sense, I catch a body on the scene
Just a minor in designer, I was robbing for some jeans
2012, I was only fourteen
I was serving dope fiends, I was selling [?]
I do no flaggin’, dog, been snappin’, dog
In a seater to the feeter, I be zig-zaggin’, dog
All I want to do is get a bitch and fuck her raw
All I want to do is hit a lick, then hit the mall

[Verse 2]
Ayy, it don’t make no sense, I’m putting sticks all in the jets
And I’m putting bricks back in the bricks and I’m paying, everybody rich
Niggas say they ain’t going for shit, but everybody with it
I be jacking and wacking, nigga, but I be rapping now and then
I’m gon’ bounce out with that strap, I don’t need nobody else
I feel like I’m Kodak Black, I don’t see nobody else
My niggas ain’t got no mind, them boys get Jesus outta here
My niggas ain’t got no mind, they’ll kick a demon outta here
Ayy, fly lifestyle, I’m rocking Balenci with Chanel
It don’t make no sense, another 3.7 M’s
My niggas don’t make no sense, they ain’t fucking, wam, bam
I love that nigga to death, I should’ve tell if I was [?]
Ah, everybody know I roll, but I ain’t talking Van Damme
I have a shoot-out at the park, nigga, I ain’t never play around