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]
n*ggas lame, I've been blowin' n*ggas 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, b*tch, my neck full of water, huh
b*tch, 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, b*tch'll never get no closure (b*tch)
Gettin' chauffeured like I'm scared of gettin' pneumonia
V on my shirt like I played for Minnesota
Broke n*ggas 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 n*ggas, they more jealous than opponents
I got bad defense, I just left a n*gga open

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your b*tch, 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, pus*y fat, cold lil' b*tch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My n*gga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that sh*t
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I ain't sh*t, just made a b*tch pay for the di*k
Now she late on her rent
Stripper ugly, but I seen an opp and rained in that b*tch
Ain't gotta run outside, b*tch, we came in with sticks
I know I'm busy, so I let my b*tch text n*ggas
Told her jugg all these lame-ass n*ggas (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 b*tches tryna trap n*ggas
Stay ready, skelly rolled up like Meg Griffin
Know you heard a lot about me, did you hear I smack n*ggas? (Ayy)
Got red bottoms on like that crash n*gga
She say, "I shouldn't have let you f*ck, 'cause now you act different"
How you gon' f*ck 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, n*gga

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & ShooterGang Kony]
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your b*tch, 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, pus*y fat, cold lil' b*tch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My n*gga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that sh*t (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: ShooterGang Kony]
Tell the opps, "n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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, n*ggas ridin' with a rat, I can't cap
Sent the n*ggas smoke the homie, sh*t, 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 (b*tch)
Used to go to school with nothin' in my backpack
Play me for a quick nut, we gon' call a fast track, n*gga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, got his ass whacked
Shoutout to your b*tch, 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, pus*y fat, cold lil' b*tch
Talkin' to me while I'm in it, cold with the lips
My n*gga like Deebo on the road with the pic
Let my dogs out, they comin' home to that sh*t