Lyrics

I don't like searching for opps Know that Karma gonna get him I don't like searching for opps Cause I know that Karma gonna get em I see that he deep but who with him? If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him I know that boy ain't got no chop He just beem capping he talking a lot I can teach him how to spin the block And I know they been watching a lot I don't like talking a lot Young nigga been to breesh, have a jit walk in the spot See me I'm smooth with the shit, if it ever go broke then I'm back to the block Know a bitch can't get by me She want me to buy all the diamonds I told that bitch you needa sign it You really wylin I got some bands but I need to invest in stocks Making these bands it never be hot She wanna link me I got it on lock I'm filling my pants up Nigga I feel like a dancer run it the spot I got these 1s, but I got these 100s I throw it for fun, they say they love I feel like a big boss I run the point like I'm Chris Paul He with the gang and I'm throwing the switch on Trapping and rapping I don't want to choose one I came from nothing I'm tryna go do some I got some fire I got Arson producing Can't live a life like me Ain't a nigga nice like me Dot my eyes and cross my Ts Never leave the house without my Never leave the house without my Glock and my keys I ain't have a pot to piss in Not of these bitches was fucking with me Kept it 100 it ain't worth it to me If it ain't money it ain't worth it to me I got a bad bitch I know she gon' get you She fuck up your rhythm and mental You said that its grimey it's no accidental I call her Big Karma you think that I'm kidding I don't like searching for opps Cause I know that Karma gonna get em I see that he deep but who with him? If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him I know that boy ain't got no chop He just beem capping he talking a lot I can teach him how to spin the block And I know they been watching alot I get the racks like Serena Money a sport we balling all season From the Double Tree we chill at the Mondrian Big drip and I feel like I'm Fivio I be with the whole gang clique She want my name I told her I'm nameless Rocking Balmains she think that I'm famous Karma gonna get him I ain't making no statements
Writer(s): Dahmani Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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