Can't Complain
I take control of her body like I'm Pain
These bitches weird they just want me for the fame
I don't want none of that, I stay in my lane
Finally I got some racks, see that ice all on my chain
Now you know I got a milli I ain't talking Lil Wayne
Smokin on that Mary Jane
Look like candy different strains
Feel the blood pump in my veins
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Yeah
I got two twin glocks I go max pain
Pull that glock out he running like it track
Only smoke exotic or the thrax
Heard you talking on my name you get wacked
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
F & N leave a hole in your brain
If you talking on my name I pull up where you stay
Free that choppa, let it spray
You a pussy that's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
That's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Feel like Faygo Ima take you off the map
Got a freak bitch dancing on my lap
And I'm bussing and I came with that strap
Feel like Trippie, holy smokes I got my racks
Ay smell like money
Look like money
And them bands stay on me yeah I'm cold
I just took a tab and I'm lit on my tour I ain't coming back up yeah I'm gone
I just caught your bitch that shit shocked me like she pikachu
They was doing sneaky shit, sounding like some peek a boo
I wouldn't tell her yet, I would keep it between me and you
But on the low she needa choose like its Red and Blue
In that bitch feel like a surgeon got me fuckin on the nurse
Man I fear it man I fear it, in my head now in my hearse
I can feel it I can feel it, all these thoughts they getting worse
They can hear it they can hear it, whole world bumping to my verse
Okay I just dropped the album and they saying this shit slap
Tiva and CH$NEL working hard to make it out the trap
I got your lil bitch crying when she bouncing on my lap
I ain't talking bout SoFaygo but I'm off the map yeah
I take control of her body like I'm Pain
These bitches weird they just want me for the fame
I don't want none of that, I stay in my lane
Finally I got some racks, see that ice all on my chain
Now you know I got a milli I ain't talking Lil Wayne
Smokin on that Mary Jane
Look like candy different strains
Feel the blood pump in my veins
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
These bitches weird they just want me for the fame
I don't want none of that, I stay in my lane
Finally I got some racks, see that ice all on my chain
Now you know I got a milli I ain't talking Lil Wayne
Smokin on that Mary Jane
Look like candy different strains
Feel the blood pump in my veins
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Yeah
I got two twin glocks I go max pain
Pull that glock out he running like it track
Only smoke exotic or the thrax
Heard you talking on my name you get wacked
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
F & N leave a hole in your brain
If you talking on my name I pull up where you stay
Free that choppa, let it spray
You a pussy that's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
That's on gang
You a pussy that's on gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Feel like Faygo Ima take you off the map
Got a freak bitch dancing on my lap
And I'm bussing and I came with that strap
Feel like Trippie, holy smokes I got my racks
Ay smell like money
Look like money
And them bands stay on me yeah I'm cold
I just took a tab and I'm lit on my tour I ain't coming back up yeah I'm gone
I just caught your bitch that shit shocked me like she pikachu
They was doing sneaky shit, sounding like some peek a boo
I wouldn't tell her yet, I would keep it between me and you
But on the low she needa choose like its Red and Blue
In that bitch feel like a surgeon got me fuckin on the nurse
Man I fear it man I fear it, in my head now in my hearse
I can feel it I can feel it, all these thoughts they getting worse
They can hear it they can hear it, whole world bumping to my verse
Okay I just dropped the album and they saying this shit slap
Tiva and CH$NEL working hard to make it out the trap
I got your lil bitch crying when she bouncing on my lap
I ain't talking bout SoFaygo but I'm off the map yeah
I take control of her body like I'm Pain
These bitches weird they just want me for the fame
I don't want none of that, I stay in my lane
Finally I got some racks, see that ice all on my chain
Now you know I got a milli I ain't talking Lil Wayne
Smokin on that Mary Jane
Look like candy different strains
Feel the blood pump in my veins
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
Shawty bad I can't complain
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Writer(s): Jack Benson
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