Komplications Lyrics - Sha Hef

[Intro] 

Fuck 12 *distorted* 

About like half a pint in, ain't even 10 AM 

[?] would be proud, he'd be ashamed of you faggot ass niggas 

RIP Screw, Blackout Boyz, uh 

[Hook: Da$H] 

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 komplications 

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 

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[Verse 1: Da$H] 

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 

B-L-K-O-U-T-B-O-Y-Z 

'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 

Rollin' with some predicates, going where the cheddar is 

You fuckin' know 

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[Hook: Da$H] 

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 komplications 

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 

[Verse 2: $ha Hef] 

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 

[Hook: Da$H] 

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 komplications 

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 

[Verse: Man Z] 

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 

[Hook: Da$H] 

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 komplications 

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