Lyrics
this that shit that got the block scared, this the reason why your pops dead, i might pull up in a drop-head, spin on him, tomato paste, i paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, bitch, i'm a dawg, call me blues clues, put it to his head, call it bluetooth, he say that he a killer, nigga, me too, fuck homicide, we don't leave clues, i might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga, i'm on the foreign boulevard, free a real nigga, bought a glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven, i got niggas crashin' out to kill you, 9/11, what you gon' do when karma come around?, some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out, what you gon' do when karma come around?, some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, my partner clutching on a nine but i like mine bigger, pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers, he got a bag on his head, that's like five figures, when it's beef, nobody safe, even rich niggas, they like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way, niggas sweet as fuck, i call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake, i'm a shooter getting money, shout out to lil dumb way, i went to church but still'll take your soul on a sunday, what you gon' do when karma come around?, some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out, what you gon' do when karma come around?, some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, i'ma shoot, this that shit that got the block scared, this the reason why your pops dead, i might pull up in a drop-head, spin on him, tomato paste, i paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah
Song details
Artist: bang, fredo