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Lil Durk - Hot Topic Cant Complain Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We flyin' private when I bring the killers
I know that I'm supposed to be out of the town
New C8 vet' take me straight to a jet
We ain't packin' no bags, tear the Dior store down
Ask all the strippers, I'm throwin' unlimited ones
Security ain't pattin' me down
I had some motion before I start rappin'
I picked up a mic and I put down a pound
I used to get overlooked, now they payin' to see me
I'm startin' at 400 thou'
Yeah, I'm Lil baby, but I'm grown as fuck
So nobody gon' play me like I'm a lil' child
I had to get out the scene 'cause these bitches be wild
I ain't respectin' no bitch, that don't do for her child
Told all the hitters, don't shoot in no crowd
She keep on sniffin', I gave her some powder
20 more mil', I'ma drop me a album
I watch him leave, I'ma do it without him
No trouble, no worries, Hakuna Matata
Met her in Cabo and flew her to Jolly
I think she fell in love with how I talk
I know I fell in love 'cause she a boss
I know I'm never ever fallin' off
'Cause I put a couple million in the vault
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't fuckin' complain (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Jump out the jail to a rental
From the streets, so I keep me a pistol
I'm on papers, I sit by the window
I be bondin' with robbers and bitches
My brother had told me to slow down
They know I be bondin' out killers
I put a skeleton AP buss
It look like I'm starvin' the trenches
We go to Miami, I take her to Sono Bello
I get her some massive tits
Shoot up your block and somebody die
I hope nobody gon' ask who did it
Lil baby had called me on a Apple
Feds can't trace with a half a ticket
Draco kick back, make his shits splat
Now I see the inside of nigga
Pure codeine, my bitch hate when I drink lean
But I can't quit
Every time, I stop takin all them perks I can't shit
I fuckin' her and left, ain't callin' no Uber
So she know I ain't shit
Labels off a ten, I need a dub
Stop actin' like gang lit
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't fuckin' complain (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't fuckin' complain (Yeah)