Young Juve - Karma (Outro) Lyrics

Karma hit a nigga quick

Bitch caught me lackin nigga tried to jack me

Stay alert at all times I learned that from my daddy

My bird fed me cold games she like my second daddy

Yeah it's all fun games till that ratchet bitch you f*cking f*ckin set you up

I told my youngin if they see you better wet em up

It do or die if you ain't riding wit me commit suicide

Die slow nigga

Everybody wanna ride until it's time to go to war

Playing pussy be the quickest way to get put out the car

Don't question me bout what I saw cuz I ain't see shit

Jumped in that water wit some niggas that got sea sick

Cutta gotta couple body's should I keep it

P-90 gotta couple bodies imma keep this

Growin up they alway said I would be shit

Heard he survived so his block gotta get re hit

My bitch brought me a new glizzy she kno imma shooting star

Running from these hallo tips like running from a car it ain't gone work

Tried to hit the cut & jump the fence they ripping through his shirt

Got em gone for the same price that I charge to do a verse

Now what's the opposite of me

A f*ck boy

Bitch nigga

Never got no money cuz you really out chea bull shitting

You know how it be when da block get hot

Keep running to yo dad we gone end up popping yo pops

Momma taught me how to break dance I was poppin locks 

Use to be catching pop fly's

Now I be catching pops

Use to drive by now we walk down on a opp

Cuz them drive by be the reason nigga still alive

Still don't f*ck wit nigga that don't f*ck wit me

Nigga calling my hoe cheese cause she f*ckin wit a G

Not the mhadi type

Pull up crack a nigga in his shit, catch a body type

Real nigga in my DNA what's yo body type

I was underground then I surfaced

Don't talk to me bout money you ain't getting it in person

I keep it old school I ain't trying be a serpent

Get out yo body imma let these bitches serve you

I ain't really into sending threats I don't beef over the net ain't got time for that f*ck shit

You already know who I run wit

And heavy ammunition that what we come wit

911 it an emergency

Somebody tired rob Juve he gone need surgery

From St. Louis to New Orleans yeah they heard of me

My jack consist of kidnap on arm robbery

When I was bummy they ain't love me now they proud of me

I know one thing none of these niggas down to ride for me

I keep my pistol cause I know they trying to slide on me

Shots to the head imma make sure that you die quickly