Meet The Reaper - Can’t Complain lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg] Volume Young Turnt ni**a volume 3, 4, 5 b*tch Free the 6, b*tch Can't be fu*ked with at all (Yeah) [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Pop my back, we be like "fu*k it, I rap" Mel like "fu*k it, I'm next" Cuh what's good? Really mean, thug what's good? Rich young ni**a from the hood, I don't flash no paper 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 fu*ks I don't do no kiddin', that's on my ni**a We ride six deep down Rich young ni**a from the east side Which one of y'all ni**as fu*k with me? Put the dope down back, fu*kin' with the weed [Verse 2: Reaper] Movin dog food, b*tch, state to state Everything good, I can't complain Red eye, red kill man to chop on the six Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I'ma spin Free my ni**a Woo, need to let him out the feds I don't wanna fu*k, 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 fu*ked with, we the turntest in the city Switches on the Glock but the chop got titties Run a [?] now it's time to get busy Heard some ni**as plottin', come try and get finished Get one block hit and turn it into two This tough side, I'ma leave a ni**a room Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels Can't pull less than a deuce [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] Boy, I won't drop sh*t with a five These my only ni**as that ain't died Please cross the line, put ten on a ni**a, tap ten Make a friend do ni**a, or die, only friends anyway Dugg be gettin' to the pay 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 fu*k what they on There ain't no shootin' when I'm home But ni**as 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 ni**as say that I'm out, no, I make me feel Caught home stressin', my ni**as in jail Scooter not here, Neff not neither I let a b*tch go before she think I need her I'll leave a b*tch lone before a b*tch start cheatin' Get the fu*k 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 sh*t, who the fu*k is you? Hundred for a show and I still move blues b*tch [Outro: 42 Dugg] fu*k wrong with these ni**as and these hoes? I ain't know no fightin', put cheese on you, yeah You know bro, bought him a new truck, 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 fu*k wrong with these ni**as I'm gone