[Intro]

(gango!)

[Chorus]

Karma, bottom of the deck

I-I-I don't mean to alarm ya

I just wanted neck-neck-neck

I smoke until I'm gone, yeah

Then hop inside my bed

Shawty cling up to my arm

That I put between her legs

[Verse]

How the fuck I went from feeling like the second player

To puffin in LA with Karm and Yung-fucking-Skayda

They fuckin' with my work, labels got me on their radar

We made it, we made it, we made it, we made it

No we fucking didn't, it's still roaches in my kitchen

Bitch I'm only chasing racks, no that ass ain't hitting different

All the lights are on me, yet I only see the vision

Boutta hypnotize the label, bitch I need a 100 trillion right now

Bitch I need a hit or else I'm not getting out

Smo-Smo-Smoking out the pound, yeah I'm smoking out that loud

Chop-Chop-Choppa like a monk, cause that bitch is gonna bow

This is just a puzzle man I can't figure it out

[Chorus]

Karma, bottom of the deck

I-I-I don't mean to alarm ya

I just wanted neck-neck-neck

I smoke until I'm gone, yeah

Then hop inside my bed

Shawty cling up to my arm

That I put between her legs