Can't Complain

[Intro: 42 Dugg]

Volume

Young Turnt Nigga volume 3, 4, 5 bitch

Free the 6, bitch

Can't be fucked with at all (Duh)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]

Pop my back, Ric be like "Fuck it, I rap"

Mel like "Fuck it, I'm next"

Cuh, what's good? Really mean, thug what's good?

Rich young nigga from the hood, I don't flash no pape'

Just spent twenty on bae, funny 'cause she love her ex

Sike I'm lyin', I don't really love no bitch

No bitch can come between mine and 4 Gang

Still bangin', please act crazy, bitch, and get naked

I drive crazy, bitch, 'cause I'm crazy

Count up a million cash with my babies

Can't no money get you in that club

Just on a five, 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 six deep down

Rich young nigga from the east side

Which one of y'all niggas fuck with me?

Put the dope down back, fuckin' with the weed

[Verse 2: Reaper]

Movin' dog food, bitch, state to state

Everything good, I can't complain

Redeye, red kill, man to chop on the six

Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I'ma spin

Free my nigga Woo, they 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 done slid

We don't shut our cars, we hop out sprayin'

Long as they pray the lil' boy, I'ma get it

Can't be fucked with, we the turntest in the city

Switches on the Glock but the chop' got titties

Ride a striker out, now it's time to get busy

Heard some niggas plottin', come try and get finished

Get one block, hit it, turned it into two

This tough side, I'ma leave a nigga room

Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels

Can't pour less than a deuce

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]

Boy, I won't drop shit with a five

These my only niggas that ain't died

Please cross the line, put ten on a nigga, tap ten

Make a friend do nigga, or die, only friends anyway

Dugg be gettin' to the pape'

Dugg got bitches in the A

Dugg got a bitch with a Drac'

She let it blow when I'll say, 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 bitch 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, nigga, say the amount

Know how it make me feel

Called home stressin', my niggas in jail

Scooter not here, Neff not neither

I let a bitch go 'fore she think I need her

I'll leave a bitch 'lone before a bitch start cheatin'

Get the fuck on, nah, I don't trust hoes

Still with the custos, made me rich

Still sippin' Wock', shit made me sick

From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks

I ain't heard about this shit, who the fuck is you?

Hundred for a show and I still move blues, bitch

[Outro: 42 Dugg]

Fuck wrong with these niggas and these hoes?

I ain't know no fightin', put cheese on you, yeah

You know bro probably came with new trucks, yeah

We don't do bodies, we don't do buffs, yeah

And my ex bitch had two buffs, ex bitch had two trucks

Fuck wrong with these niggas?

I'm gone