Karma Lyrics

Said i've seen what i've seen and done what i've done

Yeah i've seen too much but kept my mouth shut

So i think it's too late coz the damage is done

Had the bally and gloves was battalion stuff

Tell cunts don't judge like a barrister does

Always challenging us gotta dodge their shots no calibre bruv

I ain't talking bout 'Anakin' but I got 'Skywalker' packed in a blunt

Nah we just way too boujee, peng ting with a back wanna do me

Getting groovy in the back of a hoopty

Bootys juicy so you know that i slap it, grab it, hands on her waist when i tap it

When i'm tapping i don't mean playstation

This time last year i was locked in the station

Playin them games turned her into satan

Fuck, turned the bitch into satan

Still had shortie bellin' my phone, tellin' me come round when i'm off probation

Now that we next up, now that we saving, all of these thots wanna test my patience

Run out of patients just like a doctor, copped a new pack now we smokin flavours

You ain't got Gucci only the fragrance

Kickback i just write a lil sentence

Praying my brudda he doesn't sentenced

Fuck the pigs i don't answer questions

Gotta bad ting askin my intentions, don't stress it baby you ain't the one

Ah, guess it wasn't the happiest ending

I'll happily end it and leave that bitch in the dust

Bro got bored so he bored some cunt when i say bros tapped i mean it

When i get chron packs they fiend it

Shortie come bruck that back then i'm leavin

Yea she got tits and waist baddie sings my name in the day and evening

Save your tears you 'better believe' it i don't got time b wait till the 'Weeknd'

Throwback to the days i was younger brother

Didn't know no thing bout an undercover

Tell em suck ya mother...

Splendid

One Spanish girl she likes making an entrance

Señorita got a back and some melons

Quite tempting but the heart stays cold

So i gotta spark up grab the weed n roll

Stay dodgin' the feds when they on patrol

Fuck a discussion if i see the cops I dip, got a chopped up mix whilst i'm hitting legs

Got bars and some weight to push but nah rude boy i ain't hitting bench

'Hate it or love it' the numbers don't lie i see you've made about '50 cents'

'In da club' with the finest ting heard she likes a 'pimp' so i told her bring ya friends

Your favourite rappers… are loving the music i make

Got the baddest bitch in the baddest fit, that two piece making me act insane

Like who's this kid y'all shoot in clips? that's me and we taking over the game

Making movies for my tunes not looney fruity pack i got more then an eighth

My ex girl been mad i didn't wife her it's ironic that she misses me

But i'm sick of that toxic shit like 'toxic love' doesn't need no trilogy

'Back to it' i been grinding 'nonstop' gon be 'the greatest' that ain't no mystery

Fuck all your 'chit chat', 'you know the drill' this is 'da hussle' i don't want ya sympathy

Claiming that you're on top of this shit but i've never heard you spit a hard verse

Lyrically this shits art work

I'm gon stick around till her ass twerks

Skid skrrr watch the car swerve

You don't know the meaning of hard work

Yeah my past hurts but i know i can't change it, blazing smoke now the whole gang faded

Imma big stacker, y'all some kidnappers

Shortie wink at her coz the bitch badder

This a big slapper, shit grammar with some big swagger

Getting recognised from ya chitter chatter making bigger dapper then your father

Bad tings come so deceiving

I show love and receive it

What do you know about karma?