Sinbad (feat. Karma, Kwengface & Trizzac)

Karma, Karma

K on the K, you're buzzin'

You know what it is

Ay, gang shit

Free all my guys

Ay, psycho shit

Zone 2, ay

Don't wanna know my kind

Karma, Karma, if you know me, you know I roll with mine

Pressure, pressure, pressure, 'nough guys on the roads no lies

I'm a short guy, I don't care about height

You could be dench, I don't care about size

Oops, can't trust their own bros, it's tight

Why, they run away and leave their guys

Lol, how you gonna talk on tracks like that

When you're half hearted in sight?

Last heart, it was two man stepping on I

Ay, I ain't gotta talk too tough, can't lack man

That's some important stuff

That's an important rule, I really ten toe step with a gorgeous tool

My blade RiRi so beautiful, back nank's dip like usual

Baby, don't run 'cause you will get caught

Roars then bores, then bore them 4s

Ride out, man, I'm tryna bore them all

Splash, splash like a waterfall

Fuck who you are, don't care who you are

Fuck relegation, you can still get sauced

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged

Two-two step with the strally on me

Who's badder than we?

Two-two steps with the rammy on me

I got gloves and the bally on me

I see them fakes and I see them snakes

Gotta have it on me

Same way that I see them jakes

I pray I don't have it on me

Yo, I'm gonna back this wap

But who's gonna hold this corn?

Yeah, yeah, I can call man's bluff with his little one-pop

'Cause I know about corns

If Trizz says that he's ridin', no slidin', don't trip and fall

Don't trip and fall

Too gassed, too sav

Kwengface whip out the skeng, oh, damn

Free Triz, LR, Free P

Fuck that, the whole of my gang

And we made some change last month

And that's straight off spittin' them facts

Man, just cilit, bang

Cilit, cilit, cilit, bang

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged

Trizzla

YG's lurkin', pedal bike swervin'

Have you seen the dot-dot burstin'?

He was talking alla dat on road

But he wasn't on piss in person

Me and Kodak's with two tings

Both them thick, both them flirtin'

Was long, stood aside, twerkin', slurpin'

Gyally on me, she's workin'

Boy, go close them curtains

And look at the waps on the table

Opp thot by the side of burgess

And she got a big back like Mabel

Chest shot, it's gonna be fatal

Feds wanna give me a record, no label

They want a dead man, but a man ain't able

Free-for-all, tuna on sock on cable

Them man just chat too much

Boss, look at the wounds and cuts

Back out the things and stuff

If K2's there, that's thing in guss

Edgware ting, I put all of my trust

Four-door whiz, stop lyin' 'bout trucks

They jump in twelve, they ride and bus

'Cause most been touched by us

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged

Big sword like Sinbad

Bro, pass me the ting, lemme fling that

That .44 long will twist man up

And leave man lookin' like a gymnast

Fat nank like Sinbad, come on then, big man

Let a man try, I'll shing man

Bare jakes on ends, but a **** won't lack

Can't slip, I ain't tryna get bin bagged