GunShel - Carma (feat. L.E.M 6) Lyrics

F*ck all talking my nigga
You want it you got it
Just come to my section
Let me find out that you Flexin
They knock his ass off
Right before thee election

This ain't no threat it's a Promise
They Show up to house
And Put black dress on moma
I'm sorry ya ya honor
He wanted these problems
That hK done hit em
That's CaRmA

All that cappin you doing
Young nigga
I swear that you
Stunt for these hoes
Come to my city
Them Killas get busy
They really will
Feel em wit holes
He got exposed
Literally speaking
I want all the smoke
You got the bricks
Then i come through the doe
Ain't no moe talking bitch
Get on the floor
I'm gone
I'm gone

Nigga Kept the heat
Through the winter season
You a die first
Catch a nigga schemin
Left his body found
Pussy not breathing
Seen karma
Come back Real quick
For them f*ck niggas
Thought it didnt exist
Better Send 12
No carry 6
Told the Judge dead man
Cant say shit
Like Ya

F*ck all that talking my nigga
You want it you got it
Just come to my section
Let me find out that you Flexin
They knock his ass off
Right before thee election

This ain't no threat it's a Promise
They Show up to house
And Put black dress on moma
I'm sorry ya ya honor
He wanted these problems
That hK done hit em
That's CaRmA

Nigga kept flexin
He all on the gram
Told her he ran up a check
She sent his location
We caught him I'n traffic
The hK done rippped through His flesh
It was broad daylight
The people was watching
But there was not
One witness left
I told you what happen
These niggas keep Cappin
You Tryin to act hard
I'mpressin that bitch
Nigga You wanna die for that Bitch
Now Another moma
Singing sad songs
You a Quote biggie
He was dead wrong
That was a old soul
But He died young
Tried to teach the nigga
He didn't wanna learn
He was dyin to ball
He Couldn't wait his turn
Closed casket
Ashes filled the urn
Bitch you Play wit fire
You gone get burned
Like ya

F*ck all talking my nigga
You want it you got it
Just come to my section
Let me find out that you Flexin
They knock his ass off
Right before thee election

This ain't no threat
Its a promise
They Show up to house
And Put black dress on moma
I'm sorry ya ya honor
He wanted these problems
That hK done hit em
That's CaRmA

Why they be Flexin so hard for the gram
You gone turn round
And go broke for the Gram
Gun turn you to jelly
You know I won't jam
Now I ain't Islamic
You know I go ham
Send yo location
Pull up in a van
An jump out wit sticks
Like we play in a band
CaRmAs is Slick
An I'm up in er friend
You in love with er
She playing her hand
Get you knocked off
Wit a wave of the hand
20/20 I'm a run for the Prez
The only time that I run
I ain't Scared
Slugs run through em
Like they got legs
Don't push cause I'm
Close to the edge
Glocks sing
Leave em sleep in the bed
You countin sheep
I was counting some bread
Roll down the window
I was gettin some head
Its 6