Yard Act
Lyrics
[Intro: Kt.Lake]
Yo, Silo killed this shit
I know shit gets complicated, yeah
I know shit gets complicated
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ayy
[Refrain: Kt.Lake]
I know shit gets complicated
I know, but it's okay lil' baby
I get high, pass time, I'm faded
I'ma touch the sky, tell my momma I made it
[Chorus: Kt.Lake]
I'ma get that bag, ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-run it up
Got all of these niggas, yeah they heated, boy they burnin' up
I'm not worried 'bout none of these niggas, boy I'm turnin' up
I walk through, I'm with my crew, I know these niggas heard of us
Ayy, run to the bank, I can't run outta cash, yeah
Runnin' so fast, pussy niggas think I'm Flash, yeah
Vroom, vroom, vroom, when I'm swervin' I be mad, yeah
Rich nigga, big figures, big bag, yeah
[Verse 1: Kt.Lake]
You had said you loved me baby girl, but no you didn't, uh
I been tryna get this money, runnin' to these riches, huh
Niggas see me, they see Kt, boy, they think I'm rich or sum'n'
About this track
"Complicated" is a song by Kt.Lake from the album Lone Ranger, released in 2020.
Artist
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Why he out here crying? Man, he acting like a bitch or sum'n'
Acting like a bitch or sum'n', throw him in the ditch or sum'n'
Why you tryna fuck with me? It's 'cause I got the riches, huh?
Promise on my brodie, I'ma get him out the trenches, uh
Promise I can't lose, baby girl I'm out here winnin', uh
[Refrain: Kt.Lake]
I know shit gets complicated
I know, but it's okay lil' baby
I get high, pass time, I'm faded
I'ma touch the sky, tell my momma I made it (Yo, Silo killed this shit)
[Verse 2: Kt.Lake]
I'ma get that bag, ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-run it up
I been gettin' money since a youngin, yeah, I'm comin' up
Tryna dumb it down for me, I don't think I'm dumb enough
Bust a couple rounds for me, baby are you down or what?
It's another one who bit the dust
All my niggas come in clutch (Shh)
We'll ride for y'all but none of y'all niggas ride for us
We'll risk our lives but none of these niggas die for us (Shh)
Show up to the funeral, none of these niggas cry for us
[Verse 3: Liight]
They be like, "Woah, woah" (Yeah)
Shoulder, shoulder, lean with my Soulja
Perfect timing wit' it, so it's glow in my soda
I'm cold, can't get colder
You really ain't no owner (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Feel like Rod Wave, I'm a popular loner
Fill 'em with these shells, sent that boy to the coroner
Take a timeout, send these niggas to the corner
I been spitting hot fire, nigga, like a broiler
You still slangin', slangin'?
Why you runnin', runnin'?
It ain't funny, funny, 'cause I'm gunnin', gunnin' (Ba-ba-ba-blaow)
And these niggas talk 'bout us with assumptions, 'sumptions
We line 'em up and let the birds go dumb, dumb, dumb
[Chorus: Kt.Lake]
I'ma get that bag, ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-run it up
Got all of these niggas, yeah they heated, boy they burnin' up
I'm not worried 'bout none of these niggas, boy I'm turnin' up
I walk through, I'm with my crew, I know these niggas heard of us
Ayy, run to the bank, I can't run outta cash, yeah
Runnin' so fast, pussy niggas think I'm Flash, yeah
Vroom, vroom, vroom, when I'm swervin' I be mad, yeah
Rich nigga, big figures, big bag, yeah
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