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
