Karma (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s]
(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' sh*t you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)
Yeah, yeah
Skrrt, yeah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Lately n*gga been coppin' sh*t like shoppin' spree (Yeah)
You ain't talk no money, sh*t mean none to me, yeah (Yeah)
I don't even want yo' love, just want yo honesty (Yeah)
He try call me out, I'm like, "Okay, that's cool"
I see n*ggas drop out and go broke, should've stayed in school (Pfft)
Know the whole gang counting, smokin' Déjà Vu (Yeah)
I'm never gon' trust my b*tch, hell yeah, she so damn rude
He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do
He wan'-, he wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do (b*tch, let's go)
I get the racks, sh*t simple
I want the racks, that's it
I gotta watch my back
n*ggas that want my head
Demons still in my head
Huh, drug got me MIA
I watch the money counter go
I gotta see this ho
And my whole gang gon' go up
Countin' up green, like Yoda
Draco, all of my soulja's
Drank, spilled that on my jeans
I had to go Cartier
You don't even know what that mean
Broke ass n*gga, over there
Ho wanna suck my di*k, better not use teeth (Better not use teeth)
I just get geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa)
b*tch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya"
Smokin' like straight out the bowl, 600 Khalifa
[Bridge: Slump6s]
Yeah, yeah
(b*tch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya")
Yeah, uh-huh

[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Lean on me, lean on-, lean on me
Let that choppa sing, the choppa-, the choppa sing
Tell me what you see, when I'm geeked off the bean
I'm in the four-dour [?]
I'm in the SoHo, coppin' everything
[?], f*cked up, got no drank
Slime run down, [?]
I got racks, what the f*ck do you think?
I was in Saks, I ain't cop a thing
Lame ass n*gga, you broke, can't hang
b*tch ass n*gga, [?]
Yeah, fast car, Usain
Yeah, fast car, Usain (Yeah)
The f*ck is you sayin'? (Yeah)
I'm in the west side, geeked up
Stay on your side, you suck
I got hoes, yeah, push up
Yeah, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
Slime got a-, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
Slime got a-, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
We gon' push up, leave sh*t fatal
Mark yo shooter off his payroll
I got a hold of that drank, case closed
Spinnin' like tornado
[?]
Three-hunnid racks for a n*gga, get me killed