Karma, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Always a part two to this sh*t
I don't trust sh*t, f*ck these n*ggas and these b*tches
You heard part one
I don't trust sh*t, f*ck these n*ggas and these b*tches
Here go part two motherf*cka
Brick Squad
Bow, bow, bow, bow

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
All this sh*t I did coming back around
I ain't gon stop 'til he in the ground
Headshot a pus*y, that's a man down
Momma always working, daddy not around
So I'm gang bangin', click hangin', set trippin', hoppin' 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 watchin', 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, n*gga 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 n*gga shoutin', "f*ck trial"
Try me, click-clack, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Meet his maker, undertaker
Quick to catch a fade like a taper
He ain't gangsta, n*gga he a faker
Cut the beef, I'm a f*ckin' baker
Better shut up, n*gga, my cannon K up
Two-two-three, cut sh*t like Vega
Get him knocked off for a favor
Don't play no games, this ain't f*ckin' Sega
Just picture frames as I tell 'em spray
I told grandma pray, it's goin' down today
I'm from Clayton County, not the f*ckin' A
n*ggas runnin' West, I got a minute late
K with my, it stay with me, n*ggas play with me, f*ck a fade
I could give a f*ck, we could die today
Sticks with me, DJ Holiday
All my dawgs might f*ck her face
Got my dawg with my, yeah my f*ckin' Ace
See that tall n*gga, he could tuck a K
Two twin Glocks, call 'em Kid 'n Play
My tee Supreme, like Kenneth Bae
Yellin' Bricksquad!
Every f*ckin' day
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
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