Can’t Complain lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
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Young Turnt n*gga volume 3, 4, 5 b*tch
Free the 6, b*tch
Can't be f*cked with at all (Duh)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Pop my back, Ric be like "f*ck it, I rap"
Mel like "f*ck it, I'm next"
Cuh, what's good? Really mean, thug what's good?
Rich young n*gga 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 b*tch
No b*tch can come between mine and 4 Gang
Still bangin', please act crazy, b*tch, and get naked
I drive crazy, b*tch, '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 f*cks
I don't do no kiddin', that's on my n*gga
We ride six deep down
Rich young n*gga from the east side
Which one of y'all n*ggas f*ck with me?
Put the dope down back, f*ckin' with the weed
[Verse 2: Reaper]
Movin' dog food, b*tch, 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 n*gga Woo, they need to let him out the feds
I don't wanna f*ck, 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 f*cked 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 n*ggas plottin', come try and get finished
Get one block, hit it, turned it into two
This tough side, I'ma leave a n*gga room
Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels
Can't pour less than a deuce

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Boy, I won't drop sh*t with a five
These my only n*ggas that ain't died
Please cross the line, put ten on a n*gga, tap ten
Make a friend do n*gga, or die, only friends anyway
Dugg be gettin' to the pape'
Dugg got b*tches in the A
Dugg got a b*tch with a Drac'
She let it blow when I'll say, say, say
b*tch blow, still ain't hittin' my dope
Still ain't concealin' my pole, f*ck what they on
There ain't no shootin' when I'm home
But n*ggas wanna beef on the phone
Yeah, I get it, bad b*tch 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, n*gga, say the amount
Know how it make me feel
Called home stressin', my n*ggas in jail
Scooter not here, Neff not neither
I let a b*tch go 'fore she think I need her
I'll leave a b*tch 'lone before a b*tch start cheatin'
Get the f*ck on, nah, I don't trust hoes
Still with the custos, made me rich
Still sippin' Wock', sh*t made me sick
From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks
I ain't heard about this sh*t, who the f*ck is you?
Hundred for a show and I still move blues, b*tch
[Outro: 42 Dugg]
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas 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 b*tch had two buffs, ex b*tch had two trucks
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
I'm gone