KARMA

[Verse 1: fern_shy]
Yeah, I hate to see it (Okay)
Way too raw to keep it (Keep it, keep it)
Whole body tweaking (Tweaking)
Walk in saw u freakin— (Freakin')
Got too mad I closed the laptop, I'ma protect my peace
Got too high up at that party, I gotta fucking peace (Peace)
Bruises all up in her, I'ma take the blame for it
Makin' hit after hit, fuck it, I gotta make more
Fuck, I ran outta options
Cooking up 'til my fingers sore
Cooking up 'til my fingers sore

[Verse 2: luke]
[?] karma, lil' bitch
Damn, might poke her too
Snap on steel, this other one, bitch, I ain't talking 'bout tools
JK, I'm talking 'bout tools
Ain't got aim for your face, boy, we gon' [?] straight to your tooth, hm
Hop in the truck [?]
Gunshop make yo' whole [?] change [?]
Smoke that bowl, like—
Smoke that bowl, like [?]
[?]
We finna hit the road
[?] yo' boy, he get smoked like a hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, I need to find me a couple of Jesus freaks (Oh)
Yeah, I need to cuff me one of them Jesus freaks (Uh)
Yeah, I might need me one of them Jesus pieces, huh, yeah
I been on too much
I be in the zone so much

[Outro]
Snap on steel, this other one, bitch, I ain't talking 'bout tools
Huh, I'm just talking 'bout a tool, huh, huh
[?] straight to your tooth, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah