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Dahmani Steele
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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
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