Can't Complain

Volume
Young turnt nigga volume 3, 4, 5 bitch
For the 6
Can't be fucked with at all

Pop my back
We like fuck it I rap
Mel like fuck it I'm next
Cause what's good
Really mean thug what's good
Rich young nigga from the hood
I don't flash no paper
Just spent 20 on bae
Funny cause she love her ex
Sike I'm lyin
I don't really love no bitch
No bitch can come between my 4 gang

Still bang
Please act crazy bitch and get naked
I drive crazy bitch cause I'm crazy
Countin up a million cash with my babies
Can't no money get you in that club
Just on a 5 I spend a dub
Show no love I don't give no fucks
I don't do no kiddin, that's on my nigga
We ride 6 tee tah
Rich young nigga from the east side
Which one of y'all niggas fuck with me
Put the dope down, bag fuckin with the weed

Movin dog food, bitch, state to state
Everything good I can't complain
Red eye red kill man to chop on the 6
Get the za for the chip, get the drop Imma spin
Free my nigga Woo, need to let him out the feds
I don't wanna fuck, how much you want for the head
I done lost count how many times I don slid
We don't shut our cars, we hop out sprayin
As long as they print it lil boy Imma get it
Can't be fucked with, we the turntest in the city
Switches on the glock but the chop got titties
Run a striker out now it's time to get busy
Heard some niggas plottin, come try to get finished
Get one block head and turn it into 2
This tough side, Imma leave a niggas room
Spent a hundred thousand on the jewels
Can't pull less than a deuce

Boy I won't drop shit with a 5
We know these niggas up and died
Please cross the line put 10 on a nigga
Tap 10 make a friend do nigga or die only friends anyway
Dug bag getting to the pay
Dug got bitches in the A
Dug got a bitch with a drake
She let it blow and I'll say, say
Bitch blow
Still ain't hittin my dope
Still ain't concealin my pole
Fuck what they on
There ain't no shootin when I'm home
But niggas wanna beef on the phone
Yeah I get it
Bad bitches with me
Big ass big titties
I ain't crashin out
At least not in my city
What's the hatin about
Had my truck early
What's the waitin about
I could cash anything
Niggas say that I'm out
No I make me feel
Caught out stressin
My niggas in jail
Scooter not here
Neff not neither
I let a bitch go before she think I need her
I'll leave a bitch lone before a bitch start cheating
Get the fuck on
Nah I don't trust hoes
Still with the custos made me rich
Still sipping wock, shit made me sick
From the third to the fifth
I done moved 2 bricks
I ain't heard about shit
Who the fuck is you
Hundred for a show
And I still move blues
Bitch

Fuck wrong with these niggas and these hoes
I ain't know no fightin
Put cheese on you, yeah
You know bought him a new truck, yeah
We don't do bodies
We don't do buffs, yeah
Hey my ex bitch had two buffs
Ex bitch had two trucks
Fuck wrong with these niggas

I'm gone