"Can't Complain" lyrics
(feat. ShooterGang Kony)
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Well, well, well
Hm
Tuh
Niggas lame, I've been blowin' niggas out since first quarter
Just planned a vacation with my hooker 'cross the border
Tryna hang around swipers, sent her walkin' like she Dora
Feel like the Kool-Aid man, bitch, my neck full of water, huh
Bitch, what you was thinkin'? I've been schemin', I've been eatin'
Yeah, you broke my heart, but that's the demon that I needed
Gave me motivation, you the reason I succeeded
Gotta keep the iron 'cause the murder rate increasin'
Cut her off with no warning, bitch'll never get no closure (Bitch)
Gettin' chauffeured like I'm scared of gettin' pneumonia
V on my shirt like I played for Minnesota
Broke niggas kill me, feel like Melanie Fiona
I went on Made 50, you was scared to get Corona
Just added two-fifty in my schedule for the moment
Gotta watch your niggas, they more jealous than opponents
I got bad defense, I just left a nigga open
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit
I ain't shit, just made a bitch pay for the dick
Now she late on her rent
Stripper ugly, but I seen an opp and rained in that bitch
Ain't gotta run outside, bitch, we came in with sticks
I know I'm busy, so I let my bitch text niggas
Told her jugg all these lame-ass niggas (Ham)
Yeah, a hundred-thousand-dollar check pending
No, I don't gangbang, but I've been at the set trippin'
Neck only 'cause these broke bitches tryna trap niggas
Stay ready, skelly rolled up like Meg Griffin
Know you heard a lot about me, did you hear I smack niggas? (Ayy)
Got red bottoms on like that crash nigga
She say, "I shouldn't have let you fuck, 'cause now you act different"
How you gon' fuck the game but got the nerve to have feelings?
Heard a lot of sneak dissin', I ain't hear her name once
Ever since we came up, ten phones, same punch, nigga
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit (Ayy, ayy)
Tell the opps, "Nigga, we ain't bumped heads in hella long"
Put the pistol to his head like a home telephone
I don't go to sleep, I just blink for hella long
I can't fit no Vlone, I get cream, then be gone
Blackjack, tryna hit some numbers 'fore he fold
Buy 'em high heels, 'cause these niggas really hoes
Trust Arizona, tryna get a couple poles
Took a trip to Sacramento, tryna snatch a couple souls
I might post so much shooters in the back so it's packed
Donatello, niggas ridin' with a rat, I can't cap
Sent the niggas smoke the homie, shit, it's good, we gon' match
Like he paranoid in prison, leave him sleepin' on his back
How ironic, you a demon but you drive a Scat Pack
Shooter in your raps, you ain't geekin', that's facts (Bitch)
Used to go to school with nothin' in my backpack
Play me for a quick nut, we gon' call a fast track, nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit
Well, well, well
Hm
Tuh
Niggas lame, I've been blowin' niggas out since first quarter
Just planned a vacation with my hooker 'cross the border
Tryna hang around swipers, sent her walkin' like she Dora
Feel like the Kool-Aid man, bitch, my neck full of water, huh
Bitch, what you was thinkin'? I've been schemin', I've been eatin'
Yeah, you broke my heart, but that's the demon that I needed
Gave me motivation, you the reason I succeeded
Gotta keep the iron 'cause the murder rate increasin'
Cut her off with no warning, bitch'll never get no closure (Bitch)
Gettin' chauffeured like I'm scared of gettin' pneumonia
V on my shirt like I played for Minnesota
Broke niggas kill me, feel like Melanie Fiona
I went on Made 50, you was scared to get Corona
Just added two-fifty in my schedule for the moment
Gotta watch your niggas, they more jealous than opponents
I got bad defense, I just left a nigga open
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit
I ain't shit, just made a bitch pay for the dick
Now she late on her rent
Stripper ugly, but I seen an opp and rained in that bitch
Ain't gotta run outside, bitch, we came in with sticks
I know I'm busy, so I let my bitch text niggas
Told her jugg all these lame-ass niggas (Ham)
Yeah, a hundred-thousand-dollar check pending
No, I don't gangbang, but I've been at the set trippin'
Neck only 'cause these broke bitches tryna trap niggas
Stay ready, skelly rolled up like Meg Griffin
Know you heard a lot about me, did you hear I smack niggas? (Ayy)
Got red bottoms on like that crash nigga
She say, "I shouldn't have let you fuck, 'cause now you act different"
How you gon' fuck the game but got the nerve to have feelings?
Heard a lot of sneak dissin', I ain't hear her name once
Ever since we came up, ten phones, same punch, nigga
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit (Ayy, ayy)
Tell the opps, "Nigga, we ain't bumped heads in hella long"
Put the pistol to his head like a home telephone
I don't go to sleep, I just blink for hella long
I can't fit no Vlone, I get cream, then be gone
Blackjack, tryna hit some numbers 'fore he fold
Buy 'em high heels, 'cause these niggas really hoes
Trust Arizona, tryna get a couple poles
Took a trip to Sacramento, tryna snatch a couple souls
I might post so much shooters in the back so it's packed
Donatello, niggas ridin' with a rat, I can't cap
Sent the niggas smoke the homie, shit, it's good, we gon' match
Like he paranoid in prison, leave him sleepin' on his back
How ironic, you a demon but you drive a Scat Pack
Shooter in your raps, you ain't geekin', that's facts (Bitch)
Used to go to school with nothin' in my backpack
Play me for a quick nut, we gon' call a fast track, nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your bitch, she got the best neck
Couple people disappointed me, but that's that
I can't complain, the shoe on each foot a half rack
Ass fat, pussy fat, cold lil' bitch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My nigga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that shit
