Karma

($quidnice)
Yeah
Trapping
Lemme tell you what I like
Yeah, yeah
I like
Bitch, grrt

I like bad bitches
Hop in the foreign the fast whippin
Pack flippin
Niggas snitchin i dont wanna chat with them
Sleep by myself, carry a stick by myself
GA right under my belt
These hallows be givin em hell
Torch em, scorch em
Lost em, awesome
I put em right in the coffin
Opps in this spliff got me coughin
Red dot, red dot
Thats another dead opp
Givin out headshots, headshots
You dont wanna get dropped
Yall niggas chat for the internet
You dont really bend blocks
You niggas lying for bitches, you dont really get gwuap
Trap like the store, do you wanna shop
Got the whole kitchen smellin like roc
I been trappin i cannot stop, yeah
Do whatever for the gwuap
I get a lot, came from the bottom
Now i got more money nigga more problems
Yea we got a couple Glocks and we got revovlvers
If you spin we gon spin back nigga call it karma

(917 Rackz)
My videos lit ain't no dissin on features
My white skin color was the only feautre
Been scoring, the boys on my ass
I might go to the benches
The bleachers still flockin at caps [?]
They trynna grab gang like the hype beasts with sneakers
Im rackz the shot caller just follow the leader
Give shots like a doctor, so follow procedures
Still servin QP's like im paying the meter, we got em
I hope you keepin it on you try spinning on [?] like he hit you, im calling that karma
Squid he still trap by his lonely, i serve by my doley
We still livin life with no problems
Nina she got me, she horny
[? ] protect me no condom
Yeah i got all of this weed on me
You know im rackz, im the bloody super slimey goblin
Uh, uh, rackz, rackz
Stop talking bout spinning and spin
Nail to the cross if he dissing again
Forever be sinning and sinning
He wanna act about making him lean
Im with Trippy, keep sipping and sipping
Told you already we got Glocks with beams
Just like ya bitch, i be hitting and hitting