Just Fine

[Hook: Karoshi Tarantino]
Mama we’ll be just fine
Imma make it this time
Imma make my wrist shine
Bitch I’m on the Incline
Check the score, we up 10
Pulled up in the black benz
Off the dome bitch, fuck pens
I know we’ll be up then
I’m the young nigga with the mothafuckin' wrist shine
Shootin out the window, we don’t stop until the bitch die
Imma cop a bag and then imma make the bitch mine
When I’m finna leave her, nigga imma make the bitch cry
Bitch we on your block wit the mufuckin sticks up
Bitch we uppеd the score, why your homie gеtting picked up
Big mac 10, niggas know I keep that bitch tucked
Niggas talking shit but that nigga got his bitch fucked

[Verse: Karoshi Tarantino]
Imma ride around the whole city with a K
Bitch I’m out in Cali, leave a nigga in the bay
Dropped my old bitch, she ain’t appreciate the hay
Nigga talking shit, had to get him out the way
1 nigga talking shit
2 to his face
3 niggas pick him up
4 on my waist
Imma put that bitch on the wall like a spray tag
Said my music trash, how the fuck can he say that?
50 racks for the coupe, bitch imma pay that
All my bitches getting paid, nigga fuck a wage gap
All my bitches 16, nigga fuck an age gap
Bitch look like Vana White like I’m Pat Sajak
Bullet to his dome, that shit looking like a wave cap
Opp nigga said it’s up, pussy nigga say that
Feeling like I’m travis scott, nigga fuck a way back
Bitch wanna leave me, lemme get my cake back
Label wanna offer me a bag, imma take that
Niggas want a rack for a verse, imma take that
Once a young nigga get some bread, imma bake that
Bitch wanna offer up some pussy, imma take that
Imma take that
Bitch I'm in the club throwing ones, she gon' shake that
Whole club cleaning up the racks, where the rakes at?
Turn a pussy nigga to a burger at the shake shack
Riding ‘round the ATL in a maybach
Spin on they mothafuckin' block, that was payback
Imma go and load the chop up, nigga stay back
Imma go and shoot the house up when the safe cracked
Got back in the rari, almost crashed on the way back
Opp niggas hopped out the car, we gon' spray back
We gon' spray back
We gon' spray back

[Interlude: Michael Barina]
Ayo Karoshi
I know you're a big fan
So I'm gonna give you a shoutout
You can screen record this
So you got a shoutout

[Hook: Karoshi Tarantino]
Mama we’ll be just fine
Imma make it this time
Imma make my wrist shine
Bitch I'm on the incline
Check the score, we up 10
Pulled up in the black benz
Off the dome bitch, fuck pens
I know we’ll be up then
I’m the young nigga with the mothafuckin' wrist shine
Shootin out the window, we don’t stop until the bitch die
Imma cop a bag and then imma make the bitch mine
When I’m finna leave her, nigga imma make the bitch cry
Bitch we on your block wit the mufuckin sticks up
Bitch we upped the score, why your homie gettin picked up
Big mac 10, niggas know I keep that bitch tucked
Niggas talking shit but dat nigga got his bitch fucked