Karma Pt. 2
(专辑: Salute Me Or Shoot Me 6 - 2019)
Always a
part two to this shit I
don't trust shit, fuck these niggas and these bitches You heard part one I
don't trust shit, fuck these niggas and these bitches Here go part two motherfucka Brick Squad Bow, bow, bow, bow Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back All this shit I
did coming back around I
ain't gon stop 'til he in the
ground Headshot a
pussy, that's a
man down Momma always working, daddy not around So I'm gang banging, click hanging, set tripping, hopping out the
whip Renegading, diamonds yellow, they lemonading Block of roaches, I
exterminate 'em 10 bands, that'll terminate 'em New aves, had to renovate 'em You a
hater, pocket watching, tryna count my paper Pocket rocket came with a
laser Ice him now, catch his brother later All I
know his grand and stack the
paper Mix the
purp and yellow, nigga I'm a
Laker I
ain't like him then, I
don't like him now If I
want his chain, they gon lay him down Smoke volume by the
half o' pound Waka Flocka love them gun sounds Shooters, got 'em on speed dial I'm a
rich nigga shouting, "Fuck trial" Try me, click-clack, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Meet his maker, undertaker Quick to catch a
fade like a
taper He ain't gangsta, nigga he a
faker Cut the
beef, I'm a
fucking baker Better shut up, nigga, my cannon K
up Two-two-three, cut shit like Vega Get him knocked off for a
favor Don't play no games, this ain't fucking Sega Just picture frames as I
tell 'em spray I
told grandma pray, it's going down today I'm from Clayton County, not the
fucking A
Niggas running West, I
got a
minute late K
with my, it stay with me, niggas play with me, fuck a
fade I
could give a
fuck, we could die today Sticks with me, DJ Holiday All my dawgs might fuck her face Got my dawg with my, yeah my fucking Ace See that tall nigga, he could tuck a K
Two twin Glocks, call 'em Kid 'n Play My tee Supreme, like Kenneth Bae Yelling Bricksquad! Every fucking day Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Father God have my back, I
see karma coming back I
see karma coming back, I
see karma coming back Salute Me or Shoot Me volume 6!