Promi$e - Karma / I'm Back

Karma it's a bitch
I'm tryna get bands, I'm tryna get rich
You can't ride without your click
But I'll post up with all my sticks
Yeah that karma it's a bitch
All this ignorance is bliss
Tryna tell you you a bitch
I never left home without my mitt
Cook that lil' boy up like grits
Your bitch nasty, smell like fish
Her name karma, know she snitch
Smoke that gas, don't smoke no spliff
Come with me, hop in my ship
Goin' one eighty, take a lift
Niggas just hate, I been the shit
Call my shooter, he don't miss

Niggas just hate, cause I got this gift
They ain't Fuckin with my shit
I been makin all these bands
I got no time to be in the mix
Stay on my grind, been makin' these hits
Think I'm on some other shit
Don't run up, cause I keep these clips
You'll get zapped just like a rift
I done watched these niggas shift
They like, P how you do this
Roll my weed inside this Dutch
Ain't got no time to drink no fifth
If there's problems call up twin
I know he comin' with that stick
He kept talkin' all that shit
Had to let him know karma's a bitch

Karma it's a bitch
I'm tryna get bands, I'm tryna get rich
You can't ride without your click
But I'll post up with all my sticks
Yeah that karma it's a bitch
All this ignorance is bliss
Tryna tell you you a bitch
I never left home without my mitt
Cook that lil' boy up like grits
Your bitch nasty, smell like fish
Her name karma, know she snitch
Smoke that gas, don't smoke no spliff
Come with me, hop in my ship
Goin' one eighty, take a lift
Niggas just hate, I been the shit
Call my shooter, he don't miss

You sad and nigga just keep being mad
Talkin' that shit and my gang on your ass
Pushing' this weight, I been pushin' this bag
Hop in the Beemer and we goin' fast
Your bitch on my tip, nigga go do so math
I feel like a teacher, I'll take 'em to class
I'm high, I'm off this gas
She fine, yeah she too bad
Got racks, these niggas mad
Yo bitch'll be badder if she had some ass
My shawty so bad and her ass really fat
We spinnin' your block with a K, with a strap
Been talkin too much, man these niggas be cap
We cannot be coo' nigga, don't give me dap
Damn, I think I'm back
You think that you tough, know that we can scrap
All black truck and we keep on the mask
Walk with a band, strap up on my lap
Don't want none man please step back
Steppin' on top of these niggas like Shaq
These niggas gon' hate, know this for a fact
Air Force ones on me all black
Talk that shit and you gon' get jacked
I got the Audi, push it to the max
All of my gang, know we got racks
You fuckin' with us, know we keep the pack
Countin' my money, gotta keep it stack
Can't fuck with these niggas, they shatter like glass
You smokin' on boof, but we smokin' bag
If you wanna feature then come with some thrax
Niggas keep hating, but I'm speakin' facts
I'm feelin' like Rondo, hit 'em with a pass
Ran her mouth, but I already smashed
Off of this addy, man I'm goin' fast
Stayin' in first, never come in last
I'm cruisin' with gang, always blowin' bag
I can't stop yeah that's a fact
We too turnt, I say we back
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm
Bitch I'm back

Written by:
DJ Mansel

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