No n***a 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 n***ga 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 n****s

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