Karma Lyrics

Hittin yo bitch

Don't got no lisp

Blow your light wish

No I can't miss

Talkin yo shit

Is what it is

Life is a diss

(Karmas a dick)

You is a bish

Bitches I swish

Pop

Stop it

You is the top pick?

Leader like prophet?

Switchin the topic

We boutta profit

Ratchets can sucket

Fuck your eye socket

Huh

Know im the goat fosho

Ten million hoes

Win million flows

Uh

Lurkers is looking like rats

Gang switchin ya lanes

But still remain foes

Hmm

No I aint selling my soul

Don't speak the lingo

I gotta cheat code

Hmm

Dripping from head to the toe

Get head on the road

I reached all your goals

Yuh

Turn you into mist yuh

You will not be missed huh

Holy like some swiss uh

Go n reminisce

Im that typa boy not no soldier but I'll snipe ya

Little man to a bad wolf, you a liar

Go retire

All fumes lookin tired

Mask myers

Gassin up imma fire

Loose wire

Sparking up the igniter

Spinnin when I'm kickin hot drums no dryer

Stacked against the entity

Weak raps outta here

Nigga they ain't shit to me

All you do is talk crap

You a human centipede

You don't even talk rap

Stay in your little league (literally)

Think I need an almanac

Worldwide off map

What you even call that

What you know bout that

Won't ever get a call back

20 shots sprayed at your head

You all cap

50 cc stat

800 hp when I'm whippin with the seat back

Vreww

Keep looking up to the sky planes tilted like my crown

Try to come snatch it gang gonna (gonna gun ya down)-pitch

Life cut quick still develop the sound

Further beyond reach the stars while touching the ground

Attract everything necessary

When I'm on my last leg

Fans will say he legendary

Myth that (Mister) can't miss disappearing with a twist

Star was born

Supernova heatin the hits

Sing like quasi

Crazy ozzy

Is he?

Probably

I mean like who gon stop me?

Kamikaze

Tea bag bodies

Choke ya mommies

They love it sorry

Say you so naughty

Bitch stfu come suck this for me

I need a quick nut yup

Cuz I'm horny

Fuck your fake image heh I'm past the glory

Holes left in ya back

(Whos lovin ya back)

Guts busts n gory

Simple lil niqqa hoe u a category

End of story