Karma

No na you don't want this smoke Ain't bout to let that shit slide no I know you thought you got away You fucked with the wrong one today You thought that you could do me I heard your new bitch is choosy Pictures of me and my nga on the gram I know that you see, booty juicy And now I'm getting phone calls from your mom Well, bitch fuck your son I heard she dropped you for a NBA'er, and that that side chick that you hits in labor I smile when I hear your problems, yeah I love you karma Oh that's that karma I, I love you karma Oh that's that karma I love you, I love you Yeah, Oh that's that karma I, I, I love you karma Oh that's that karma, yeah I love you, I love you Y'all some old young ns That's why you mad nobody fuck with ya You can't keep up stay out the way I don't gotta do the drama, I slay Me and my people Gucci That's that good karma ooey We be high as fuck on first class flights like we in the movies Sipping champagne looking bougie Now I'm getting DM's from ya pops, yeah I see where you got it from Lost the game, stop tryna be a player Fronting so hard but it's goin hit you later I smile when I hear your problems, yeah I love you karma Oh that's that karma I, I love you karma Oh that's that karma I love you, I love you Yeah, Oh that's that karma (oh that's that yeah) I, I, I love you karma Oh that's that karma (oh that's that yeah) yeah I love you, I love you