Complex lyrics

[Verse 1 ?]
I f*cked my b*tch with a b*tch, I know she f*cking with me
And to the n*ggas hating on me, you ain't f*cking with me
I had to cut the n*gga work, I hit the [?] with [?]
[?] keep calling back to back, but she only spending 50's

[Verse 2 ?]
Let me talk my sh*t
n*ggas asking if I got some percs, like I don't keep a script
n*gga tryna fistfight, like he don't see my hip
I'll kill the whole party, that's a lotta rips

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
My n*gga A in this b*tch with the gas pack
I only sold 7 grams off the last batch
Made Unc re-rap the brick, he used Glad wrap
10 million streams in a month, we on a fast track
Don't interupt my grind, unless you down to die
I got a n*gga that'll kill you for an ounce of [?]
I sware I knew that b*tch name, because pronounced it right
I just poured 7 lines in an ounce of sprite

[Verse 4 ?]
I know I need help, but I ain't ask
n*ggas probably would've told the laws [?]
I'm busting down 20 grams of raw in the cabnit
You can't get a stane on my carpet, I'm Aladdin
b*tches love to roll in my sheets, 'cause they satten
n*ggas catch a [?] what I'm rapping
I can make it lock with a [?] magic
f*ck it, I'm a let the bullets rain [?]
I ain't rich yet, [?] baggie
Had her living out her best life when she had me
[Verse 5 ?]
[?] only up 'cause the addies
I ain't tell them crackerjacks sh*t when they had me
n*ggas hard as hell on the net, drop an addie
You try to pay me 10 for a perc, I start laughing
n*ggas know I want 20 a perc, why they asking?
I'm calling Uncle Sam, the way that I be taxing
I stacked the Bens, and I'm flexing with the Jacksons
I got any type of gun you need under my mattress
It's a drout on the work, so I'm taxing
Sniffing on that sh*t [?]

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
I've been going store to store, tryna find these addies
High as hell on a plain, tryna find the pilot
Hit the road, o a turnaround, rewind [?]
I just smoked a zip of real runts, [?] pint from [?]
I don't f*ck [?] I like [?]
And you can't buy sh*t from me, unless it's large amounts
Bro said he want that spice talk, bring the bars out
Pop a n*gga, then go get some tacos off of [?]

[Verse 7 ? ]
Pop a n*gga, put him in the air, like he a darkstar
Pop a couple shells in the air, and clear the crowd out
I'm a drive back to California, start a loud house
I don't really listen to the noise, [?] loud out