Karma – Glock Savage: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Karma

26

Hip-Hop/Rap

Karma wurde am 6. März 2020 von Glock Savage als Teil des Albums Matrix veröffentlicht

Songdetails

Veröffentlichungsdatum6. März 2020

LabelGlock Savage

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM63

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Glock Savage

Lyrics

Fastlife Jerm

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Clayco

Producer

Songtexte

(Cavalli, cut that shit up)

(Clayco on the beat)

I'm totin' that Glock, that bitch hot like a sauna

Rockin' Louis V sandals, they come out next summer

Got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle

She want Benihana, she don't eat at McDonald's

This shit like The Matrix, I keep seein' numbers

These bitches be basic, I don't want their number

I pull up in Maybach like I was Obama

I count up like Future, I fuck up some commas

I pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the Honda

When I whip out the K, that bitch hittin' like thunder

This shit like the DJ, you don't want no drama

Might get me a mil', I put that on my mama

This shit can get real, man, you gotta stay humble

I know that's your bitch, but I fuck with no condom

I pull up big body, no, this not a Hummer

This shit back-to-back, man, it's feelin' like karma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Them bullets gon' bite that boy just like piranha (Yeah, yeah)

I run with that sack and I swear I won't fumble (Yeah, yeah)

I got a new choppa, that bitch hold a hundred (Alright)

Golds on my mouth got my shit lookin' sunny (Yeah, yeah)

I kicked the ho out, you would think I was puntin' (I was puntin')

If it ain't about guap, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I pull up in Porsche, you know that I'm stuntin'

Yeah, I'm havin' these racks on me (On me)

Thirty racks stuffed in my jeans (My jeans)

My young **** pull up, they causin' a scene

These **** be green like my beams (Yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' that bitch, she roll off the bean

Money is all that I need (Yeah, yeah)

I can't love no bitch, I just love the lean (Lean)

I'm totin' that Glock, that bitch hot like a sauna

Rockin' Louis V sandals, they come out next summer

Got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle

She want Benihana, she don't eat at McDonald's

This shit like The Matrix, I keep seein' numbers

These bitches be basic, I don't want their number

I pull up in Maybach like I was Obama

I count up like Future, I fuck up some commas

I pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the Honda

When I whip out the K, that bitch hittin' like thunder

This shit like the DJ, you don't want no drama

Might get me a mil', I put that on my mama

This shit can get real, man, you gotta stay humble

I know that's your bitch, but I fuck with no condom

I pull up big body, no, this not a Hummer

This shit back-to-back, man, it's feelin' like karma

If you play with the gang, you gon' die today

Rick Owens jacket, I wore that shit yesterday

VVS diamonds yellow just like lemonade

Them shooters beside me tote that Draco every day

My ****, they're 'bout it, they all 'bout that pistol play

I pull up McLaren, she rockin' McLaren

I drip like a stylist, got these bitches starin'

Drugs up in my body so I ain't really carin'

Bitch, I got water like I'm on a lake

I hop out the Sprinter, Jerm totin' a Drac'

Pop out with the sticks, you get shot in broad day

I got a new lawyer, I'm beatin' the case

You know it ain't shit to get put in your place

You cannot ignore it, this shit in your face

Hit the gas, I floor it, took 12 on a chase

Pockets still on Norbit when I walked out of Chase

I'm totin' that Glock, that bitch hot like a sauna

Rockin' Louis V sandals, they come out next summer

Got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle

She want Benihana, she don't eat at McDonald's

This shit like The Matrix, I keep seein' numbers

These bitches be basic, I don't want their number

I pull up in Maybach like I was Obama

I count up like Future, I fuck up some commas

I pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the Honda

When I whip out the K, that bitch hittin' like thunder

This shit like the DJ, you don't want no drama

Might get me a mil', I put that on my mama

This shit can get real, man, you gotta stay humble

I know that's your bitch, but I fuck with no condom

I pull up big body, no, this not a Hummer

This shit back-to-back, man, it's feelin' like karma

Written by: Fastlife Jerm, Glock Savage

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