Jaymi - Opps in the Air (feat. Karma5hunnit) Lyrics

You ain't a real n**** I see it in your face
Claiming you real but really you fake
Say they get money but not at my pace
You know I can't sleep I got paper to chase
B**** I'm from texas yeah down from the south
You talking shit you get popped in your mouth
I do this for wealth
You do it for clout
N**** come test me and see what I'm bout'
I'm up in my bag it ain't no doubt
You is a b**** put on your blouse
Bringing the heat I might cause a drought
Bordertown bizz no b*****ing allowed
I put in the work In I put the time
They say they helped me just know that they lying
Flexing your cash let me see you go buy it
And I bet when you buy it I bet you go broke
B****es f***me and take you as a joke
And you wonder why cause n**** you broke
And no I don't got no love for no h**
I just get the dome then I gotta go
Drop me the pin just got the location
Start getting paid and it come wit the hate s***
Closest ones to you start doing the snake s***
Knew my time was coming had to stay patient
Just stayed on my grind had no time for waiting
Just went out and did it no time for explaining
I don't work for free cause you gotta pay me
N**** you know it's young karma and jaymi
Smoking on gas man that's opps in the air
Choppa my side I will not play fair
Hit it from the back while I pull on her hair
Pass it to my dawg tell my n**** go get it
Greedy gang official you already know the business
Spin a n**** block I will not leave a witness
100 round drum watch it eat up his whole kidney
I ain't showing no remorse if you want it you can get it
Came out the mud I was robbing and stealing
Ak on my side ride it hot like a skillet
Everything I spit real n***** gone feel it
Little karma facing charges all my cases still pending
Took the whole charge man f*** co-defendant
Read it black and white you gone see I ain't snitching
If this rap don't work out then it's back to the kitchen
Feeling like weezy the sky is the limit
High as the stars bitch I fly like a pigeon
Gave me good head imma pay her tuition
Block that b**** number I don't care how she feeling
Block that b**** number don't care how she feeling
N***** is mad cause they bitch I b drilling
Messing with me that n**** go missing
Staying on top gotta stay winning
I been going hard but this s*** the beginning
You n***** just started and already finished
I ride in a foreign you know it ain't rented
You know how I ride wit my windows real tinted
B**** I'm the captain so call me lieutenant
Back in the trap b**** I'm smoking that tooka
My pack be so loud like I'm shooting bazookas
N**** want smoke well come choke on this ruger
Gun on my neck so you know I'm a shooter
I've gone off them bars b**** you know I stay booted
Bad b**** hit my phone saying let's make a movie
Raised in the trap I was brought up by thugs
No teddy bears used to cuddle them drugs
I like the sound when we popping them guns
Like 4th of July we light em' and run
Straight out the hell I ain't worried bout nun'
My n***** in trenches my n***** in slums
I'm tryna make it out for everyone
Choppa the trunk and that b**** got a drum
Smoking on dab this s**** hurting my lungs
Yeah lil' karma I don't ever show love
You ain't a real n**** I see it in your face
Claiming you real but really you fake
Say they get money but not at my pace
You know I can't sleep I got paper to chase