Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Komplications, artist - $ha Hef. Date of issue: 27.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Komplications |
| Fuck 12 *distorted* |
| About like half a pint in, ain’t even 10 AM |
| Radric Davis would be proud, and be ashamed of you faggot ass niggas |
| RIP Screw, Blackout Boyz, uh |
| Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases |
| Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous |
| Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it |
| Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications |
| This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming |
| It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation |
| My bitch think I’m gon' die from this fucking high that I’m chasing |
| Fuck 'bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it |
| I’m sick of niggas lying 'bout everything that they rhyming |
| I’m riding through your hood, you ain’t never there, you hiding |
| It’s like the playing manhunt, these pussy niggas ain’t stand-up |
| Before they throw they hands up these faggots’ll pull they cam up |
| RIP, I’m on my Pimp C diet |
| Shit, I wonder why a nigga ain’t died yet |
| Six lines, seven ounces, ain’t high yet |
| Nine blunts, ten pills, I ain’t flying yet |
| 'Til I’m six F-E-E-T, yeah, you know me |
| Dolla general, second in command |
| Got the bag of rolled greens in the middle of my hand |
| You wasn’t down with the fucking clique if you ain’t have no bread |
| Just understand, but enough with the sentiment |
| Intelligent degenerate, you buying it, I’m selling it |
| Rolling with some predicates, going where the cheddar is |
| You fucking know |
| Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases |
| Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous |
| Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it |
| Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications |
| This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming |
| It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation |
| My bitch think I’m gon' die from this fucking high that I’m chasing |
| Fuck 'bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it |
| Fuck aiming, I’m shooting at will |
| He dead but I’m shooting him still |
| My pops told me shoot 'til he still |
| He pussy, go in for the kill |
| Black Market be killing for real |
| My young niggas shoot for a thrill |
| Where I’m from we don’t pray for a deal |
| Miracle, you get bond or appeal |
| Every night I sleep tight with the steel |
| My lil billies go fight for a meal |
| I pour fo’s in my Sprite 'til it spill |
| You might just lose your life on a drill |
| Da$H told me «get 'em» I got 'em all |
| Wasn’t gon' leave 'til I shot 'em all |
| Scope on the pistol, I spot 'em all |
| If it’s a stain, then we spot 'em all |
| Bitch watchu need, know I got it all |
| Roxies, got oxies, got Tylenol |
| Po’d up an eighth then I nodded off |
| He was running his mouth 'til I shot it off |
| Chopped up the body, then drop it off |
| Nose on the shotty, we chop it off |
| If it’s a problem then pop it off |
| 'Fore I have to cock the rocket, knock it off |
| I was really getting trap money |
| Percocet and that crack money |
| You can come and get a pack from me |
| Still clap a nigga if he act funny |
| Off every drug, I’ma blackout |
| Still ride around with the Mac out |
| Water whipping, beat the pack out |
| Now it got me bringing all these racks out |
| Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases |
| Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous |
| Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it |
| Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications |
| This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming |
| It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation |
| My bitch think I’m gon' die from this fucking high that I’m chasing |
| Fuck 'bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it |
| Mugga back up on his grind, I think I’m losing my mind |
| Niggas be lying, niggas be dropping them dimes |
| Baby girl don’t waste my time, is fine |
| Business calls all on my line, all 'bout them B’s and I’m fine |
| Nigga that’s righteous, all of my niggas they tight |
| They gon' get money and fight, then hop on the flight |
| Squad deep, know the set I claim, always let it reign on my side of town |
| Graduated from the streets nigga with some Henny stains on my cap and gown |
| Xans all in my draws homie, that white man in my pocket |
| Fuck 12, I don’t know shit, bitch KOD, you can’t knock it |
| Locked in the studio we stay, life of them diamonds everyday |
| Run to the money, no relay, bring that shit back like a replay |
| Shorty let’s kick it like East bay, she wanna fuck me what she say |
| Gimme a minute then we play, M-I, Dama Quince |
| I just be tryna get my chicken, niggas cry broke, yeah they all bitching |
| Over the stove where the hoes whipping, after they done, clean the whole kitchen |
| I’m a real nigga, don’t know snitching, all by the bag, all I know riches |
| All on the fill, all my foes pitching, slice up your neck, have your throat |
| missing |
| Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases |
| Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous |
| Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it |
| Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications |
| This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming |
| It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation |
| My bitch think I’m gon' die from this fucking high that I’m chasing |
| Fuck 'bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it |