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karma - glock savage lyrics

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[intro]
(cavalli, cut that sh*t up)
(clayco on the beat)

[chorus: glock savage]
i’m totin’ that glock, that b*tch hot like a sauna
rockin’ louis v sandals, they come out next summer
got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle
she want benihana, she don’t eat at mcdonald’s
this sh*t like the matrix, i keep seein’ numbers
these b*tches be basic, i don’t want their number
i pull up in maybach like i was obama
i count up like future, i f*ck up some commas
i pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the honda
when i whip out the k, that b*tch hittin’ like thunder
this sh*t like the dj, you don’t want no drama
might get me a mil’, i put that on my mama
this sh*t can get real, man, you gotta stay humble
i know that’s your b*tch, but i f*ck with no condom
i pull up big body, no, this not a hummer
this sh*t back*to*back, man, it’s feelin’ like karma

[verse 1: fastlife jerm]
yeah, yeah, yeah
them bullets gon’ bite that boy just like piranha (yeah, yeah)
i run with that sack and i swear i won’t fumble (yeah, yeah)
i got a new choppa, that b*tch hold a hundred (alright)
golds on my mouth got my sh*t lookin’ sunny (yeah, yeah)
i kicked the ho out, you would think i was puntin’ (i was puntin’)
if it ain’t about guap, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
i pull up in porsche, you know that i’m stuntin’
yeah, i’m havin’ these racks on me (on me)
thirty racks stuffed in my jeans (my jeans)
my young n*ggas pull up, they causin’ a scene
these n*ggas be green like my beams (yeah, yeah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she roll off the bean
money is all that i need (yeah, yeah)
i can’t love no b*tch, i just love the lean (lean)

[chorus: glock savage]
i’m totin’ that glock, that b*tch hot like a sauna
rockin’ louis v sandals, they come out next summer
got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle
she want benihana, she don’t eat at mcdonald’s
this sh*t like the matrix, i keep seein’ numbers
these b*tches be basic, i don’t want their number
i pull up in maybach like i was obama
i count up like future, i f*ck up some commas
i pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the honda
when i whip out the k, that b*tch hittin’ like thunder
this sh*t like the dj, you don’t want no drama
might get me a mil’, i put that on my mama
this sh*t can get real, man, you gotta stay humble
i know that’s your b*tch, but i f*ck with no condom
i pull up big body, no, this not a hummer
this sh*t back*to*back, man, it’s feelin’ like karma

[verse 2: glock savage]
if you play with the gang, you gon’ die today
rick owens jacket, i wore that sh*t yesterday
vvs diamonds yellow just like lemonade
them shooters beside me tote that draco every day
my n*ggas, they’re ’bout it, they all ’bout that pistol play
i pull up mclaren, she rockin’ mclaren
i drip like a stylist, got these b*tches starin’
drugs up in my body so i ain’t really carin’
b*tch, i got water like i’m on a lake
i hop out the sprinter, jerm totin’ a drac’
pop out with the sticks, you get shot in broad day
i got a new lawyer, i’m beatin’ the case
you know it ain’t sh*t to get put in your place
you cannot ignore it, this sh*t in your face
hit the gas, i floor it, took 12 on a chase
pockets still on norbit when i walked out of chase

[chorus: glock savage]
i’m totin’ that glock, that b*tch hot like a sauna
rockin’ louis v sandals, they come out next summer
got that pack in the mail, wrap that brick like a bundle
she want benihana, she don’t eat at mcdonald’s
this sh*t like the matrix, i keep seein’ numbers
these b*tches be basic, i don’t want their number
i pull up in maybach like i was obama
i count up like future, i f*ck up some commas
i pull up, hop out, got them sticks in the honda
when i whip out the k, that b*tch hittin’ like thunder
this sh*t like the dj, you don’t want no drama
might get me a mil’, i put that on my mama
this sh*t can get real, man, you gotta stay humble
i know that’s your b*tch, but i f*ck with no condom
i pull up big body, no, this not a hummer
this sh*t back*to*back, man, it’s feelin’ like karma

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