Complex

I just pulled up with the bomb squad Now where the bombs at Nigga said he trap hard But I don't fall for it They told me get yo bands up So imma work for it Brother pick your head up Don't you let your crown fall Boy you better stand tall Don't let these niggas talk about you My girl at the dance hall I'm gon write a song about her If the fucking feds call They gon get the voicemail We just had a close call Racing in the Maserati But I dip take a left take a right Pulled up to your crib Take ur shit spare your life I'm not a mean guy Just a fiend for the ice Pay the fee pay the price Flee the scene for the night I'm complex guy with a complex mind One second I'm a sinner And the next I'm feeling fine If you wanna step to me I suggest you don't try All my shooters stay with me and my Snipers in the sky Mercedes in the back you know the bitch is gonna shine I just bought a race track for my new skyline Wait like the GTR one? God damn you god damn right Ooh I'll be flexing forever Bitches say they getting cold so I lend em my sweater And if you asking for your hoe you should just check with the weather wait what's her Name? Oh you looking for heather man she been with me forever I'm talking start of December when all my money looked better one day I'll be at Coachella But the view Will be better cause I'll get paid or whatever