Can’t Complain

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) Well, well, well Hm Tuh [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] 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 [Chorus: Cash Kidd] 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 [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] 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 [Chorus: Cash Kidd & ShooterGang Kony] 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) [Verse 3: ShooterGang Kony] 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) [Chorus: Cash Kidd] 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