Текст песни Komplications (Da$h) с переводом

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