Karma

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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