Bad Karma

Uhhh
Bro got a bad problem with authority
Think he got bad karma
Said you could do anything you put your mind to, this if you really wanna
I told my brother to give me a minute
He actually a roadrunner
He got a lot of shit and he been stressing
He think he got bad karma

These niggas wanna be gang til they realize they ain't made for it
My youngun will shoot up the party
Depending on how bad his day going
You can't be safe if an accident happen
No this is not State Farm
I heard you niggas be asking for the real, you have to wait for 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah

All my niggas with the drama
Think that I got bad karma
Still I'm running up the commas
Comma, comma, comma, comma
I be the main stunna
Call the dawgs to put you under
Choppa say like na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na

Yeah, you know every time I get the load in
These niggas watching, these niggas folding
And I got a melody to break the code
I gotta bring in a load
My nigga made a mil off the phone
I couldn't do it alone
You know my brother hot that mean that
I'm hot I'm riding drop top
With the (Wooooo)
But I say fuck it, I'm damned if I do or I don't
Shawty bouncing that ass like a donk
Ride through the city
My face always A1
I'm still posted with day one
Now they know they gotta respect what I'm charging
Said I do this too often
Take it back to the loft
I did not have to bargain
Run it up, ain't no pausing

All my niggas with the drama
Think that I got bad karma
Still I'm running up the commas
Comma, comma, comma, comma
I be the main stunna
Call the dawgs to put you under
Choppa say like na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Washington
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