Karma ft. Judd South Lyrics

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All that Karma I got bad

(Karma I got bad)

All that Karma I got bad

(Karma I got bad)

I'm waking up and I get me the bag

Get me the bag and I didn't even brag

Walk in the bank, mask on my face

Clear out the safe, give me the cash

I'm pulling up and I empty the mag

Got no feelings, ain't no sympathy, he had

Who want smoke, get caught like tag

Y'all telling jokes and I didn't even

Ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh

All these haters make me laugh

All this paper make me laugh

Getting money, I got stacks

Getting money, I got cash

All the bitches, I got bad

All that karma, I got bad

Karma a bitch, life without risk

Giving it up, how she throwing it back

Look how we walk, look how we talk

Remembering hoes that we left in the past stomping the block, we pull up in crocs

Serving the fiends like we needed like it bad swap out the A's, I give it a K

Yo, bitch, getting hit with a jab

Two ears, one mouth

You should listen twice as much as you speak

Two cars, one house

But yo, bitch, here once every week

This is the part where I start to confessin

This is the part where you're usually stressin

This is the part where you're learning your lesson

This is the part where I murdered the reverend

I said shots like Stephen

No crocs, but I stay stepping

Birkin stocks, I stay flexing

Drink got me upside down, 11

Drink got me in the sky, I'm flying

Karma a bitch, but she can't find me

I ain't running, I ain't hiding

Making hits and I ain't trying, nah

Oh, all that karma, I got that bad

All that karma, I got bad

All that karma I got bad

All the karma in the back

I got that I'm a karma got it bad

All that Karma make me mad

(Mad, bad)

I'm waking up and I get me the bag

Get me the bag and I didn't even brag

Walk in the bank, mask on my face

Clear out the safe, give me the cash

I'm pulling up and I empty the mag

Got no feelings, ain't no sympathy, he had

Who want smoke get pop like tag?

Y'all telling jokes and I didn't even

Ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh

All these haters make me laugh

All this paper make me laugh

Getting money, I got stacks

Getting money, I got cash

All the bitches, I got bad

All the karma, I got bad

I know she a bitch, but I don't know who karma is

I stay calling it, I'll hit up my pharmacist

Putting diamonds on my earlobes

Putting diamonds on my cartilage

I'm looking marvelous

Ain't even part of it

Only the start of it

I pull the trigger don't care who the target is, aim at the heart of it

Like woah

Swapping the hoes like I'm swapping a genre

Still working on my confidence

I'm popping my collar, or popping a condom

Just like a fucking condiment

You lead or you follow

You won't see tomorrow

You don't even know what the problem is

Telling me I got baggage

Telling me I'm a savage

Calling me a beast

If I'm a beast, then you a bastard

Just let me fucking feast and let me eat, then I'ma blast it

Karma is a bitch, I get an itch, so let me have her

I'm waking up and I give me the bag

Give me the bag and I didn't even brag

Walk in the bank, mask on my face,

Clear out the safe, give me the cash,

I'm pulling up and I empty the mag

Got no feelings, ain't no sympathy he had

Who want smoke, get popped like tag

Yall telling jokes I didn't even

(Ha, ha) haha

Laugh

All these haters made me laugh

All this paper made me laugh

Getting money, I got stacks

Getting money, I got cash

All the bitches, I got bad

All the karma, I got bad

(Bad)