Karma

(Aye Nine9 really kickin' shit you heard?) (Nine9 made it) Yeah, yeah Skrrt, yeah Lately nigga been coppin' shit like shoppin' spree (yeah) You ain't talk no money, shit mean none to me, yeah (yeah) I don't even want yo' love, just want yo' honesty (yeah) He try call me out, I'm like, "Okay, that's cool" I see niggas drop out and go broke, should've stayed in school (pfft) Know the whole gang counting, smokin' Déjà Vu (yeah) I'm never gon' trust my bitch, hell yeah, she so damn rude He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do He wan'-He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do (bitch, let's go) I get the racks, shit simple I want the racks, that's it I gotta watch my back Niggas that want my head You still in my head Huh, drug got me MIA I watch the money counter go I gotta see this ho And my whole gang gon' go up Countin' up green, like Yoda Draco, all of my soulja's Chains put that on my jeans I had to go Cartier You don't even know what that mean Broke ass nigga, over there Ho wanna suck my dick, better not use teeth (better not use teeth) I just get geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa (yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa) Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "Six, I need ya'" Smokin' like straight out the bowl, 600 Khalifa Yeah, yeah (Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "Six, I need ya'") Yeah, uh-huh