[Intro]

(Buck, should I get it?)

(Yah-yah-yah-yah)

(Ah) ayy, ayy, ayy

Uh (Bitch), okay (Buh, buh, buh, buh), okay

Yuh, yuh, wha-wha-wha-wha-what?

K9 unit in your eight-O

[Verse]

I'm getting paper like Times

On the end of my Glock 18, there is a light

On the end of my AK, bitch, I keep a knife

Ho, I'm feeling like Bane how I break a bitch spine, huh

Rappers best get with the times, if you sending a message, bitch, I don't reply

We steady puffing on medical

Why am I so fucking goated? Can't even deny, bitch

I'm smoking green jalapeños

Just made about 3005 like Gambino

I'm making hits, great, bambino

I'm stealing shots like a free throw

I'm taking chains like I'm Debo

My beam thе same color as Rio

I'm dodging bullets like Nеo

I got an O, I need three, though

I need me three blunts like I'm Greedo

I hit the blunt, I can't motherfuckin' breathe, though

Choppa like a broom how ya team get swept

Shawty wanna fuck, but I swear, we just met

Two on the ball like I'm playing for the Mets

That boy fake, his personality a rep

Move like a tightrope, watch how he step

I heard what they be on, and that ain't no threat

I'm coming at all of their necks like I'm strep

You ain't even got no set, yeah

I'm getting bread like a lease

If you got money, they all want a piece

I keep my head down because I like the peace

This shit too hot, like a thousand degrees (Ayy, ayy, okay)

Like, all of that shit I can see

Bitch, I was born with the team (Ayy, okay)

Bitch, I was born with a beam

There's nothing that is as it seems

I'm steady puffing the green

I had to blow off some steam (Bitch)

I'm running this ho like a damn supervisor

808 make this bitch jump, energizer

I'm flowing like water, my wrist like a geyser

Keeping your mouth shut, can't be any wiser

Got Louis V goggles, I look like a diver

I'm puffing on diesel, I feel like the driver

When it come to this shit, there ain't nobody fire

I keep a blade on my hip, like I'm Myers

Me and the mob on the move, finna stunt again

Glock made him shuffle, he doing the running man

Don't hit my line if you asking for funds again

Don't hit my line 'cause I'm out of the fucks to give

Dissing my opps, and I know they can't stomach it

Dissing on x-two, I'm knowing, they fronting then

Pull out the chopper, percussion like pots and pans

Every shot that you sent didn't fucking land

Had to plot out the whole plan

My flow Beretta, that bitch never jam

I'm keeping metal like basketball stands that put you underground

Underneath all the sand

Got big drums, I ain't talking no band

If he got sum to say, then he's gon' meet my hand

All that shit you been saying don't make you no man

KarmaMob up, and we ain't gonna land

[Outro]

KarmaMob death machine spinning up

Bitch