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This that shit that got the block scared This the reason why your pops dead I might pull up in a drop-head Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth He say that he a killer, nigga, me too Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues I might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga I'm on the Foreign Boulevard, free a real nigga Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven I got niggas crashin' out to kill you, 9/11 What you gon' do when karma come around? Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out What you gon' do when karma come around? Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot (What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot SongtexteMy partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich niggas They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way Niggas sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Dumb Way I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday What you gon' do when karma come around? Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out What you gon' do when karma come around? Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot (What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot This that shit that got the block scared This the reason why your pops dead I might pull up in a drop-head Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania