Karma lyrics

[Hook]
Bad b*tch callin' my phone from a number unknown
I won't' answer her calls
No shark she be using her jaws
She be suckin' on a n*gga like straw
She gon' ride like sayin' hee haw
I'ma hustle with the gang T.I
Talk to a spirit like I'm E5
Spend 20 band aids up in G5
They killed a cool homie on the east side
Ain't nobody finna sleep till we ride
I'ma shoot the air make a bonfire
Turn his shirt red like some hair dye
House smelling crazy all the gas in it
If you try and burglarize get smashed in it
A-1 n*gga no bad business
In the club I'm surrounded by bad b*tches
In the streets im surrounded by bad hitters
[?]
The sh*t too accurate
Cut the b*tch off cause she f*ck too average
Lost 20k bettin' on the Falcons
Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain
Made a M in [?] keep countin'
Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin'
Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce
[Verse 1]
I remember when I hit a lick and somebody hit me that sh*t was Karma
We were young tryin' to run up them commas
Made a trip to the west meet a farmer
Did that sh*t for my son and my daughter
Gotta keep me a fire and some armor
I can't wait to shoot way harder
I can't write on the b*tch I'ma startle her
BC permanent just like a marker
Left you n*ggas off like a barber
You sleep in the trap after hours
Come for money the bill like a monster
Pull up with grenades and rocket launchers
Independent I don't have a sponsor
So they don't want a n*gga to prosper
I'ma do that sh*t anyway I got a bag atleast I sold 10 today
CP in home I just ran off on rent today
Need me a whip I try to buy or rent an Escalade
Went out to Denver in my latest escapade
Ran up a check n*gga let it resonate
I'm a fly n*gga I need me a reginae
Need me a Dreka I feel like Kevin Gates
Me and my n*ggas are one we can't separate
I had no hoe I had to run it up solo
I stood on the corner in dirty ass polo
She bounce on my di*k up and down like a pogo
She said she don't strip she just dancing for Go-go
She said it's for college keep that on the low low
I know that she strip so she ain't gotta lie to me
I'm getting rich off the reefer they buy from me
Keep that sh*t loyal and don't ever switch sides on me
[Hook]
Bad b*tch callin' my phone from another unknown
I won't answer her calls
No shark she be using her jaws
She be suckin' on a n*gga like straw
She gon' ride like sayin' hee haw
I'ma hustle with the gang T.I
Talk to a spirit like a efi
Spend 20 band aids up in G5
They killed a cool homie on the east side
Ain't nobody finna sleep till we ride
I'ma shoot the air make a bonfire
Turn this sh*t real like some hair dye
I'm smelling crazy all the gas scented
If you try and burglarize get smashed it
A-1 n*gga no bad business
In the club I'm surrounded by bad b*tches
In the streets im surrounded by bad hitters
[?]
The sh*t too accurate
Cut the b*tch off cause she f*ck too average
Lost 20k bettin' on the Falcons
Finna put a grow up in Stone Mountain
[?] keep countin'
Got weed so loud it sound like shoutin'
Got a house for the money and a house for the ounce