Waka Flocka Flame — Karma Pt. 2

[Intro] Always a part two to this shit I don't trust shit, fuck these niggas and these bitches You heard part one I don't trust shit, fuck these niggas and these bitches Here go part two motherfucka Brick Squad Bow, bow, bow, bow [Chorus] Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back [Verse] All this shit I did coming back around I ain't gon stop 'til he in the ground Headshot a pussy, that's a man down Momma always working, daddy not around So I'm gang bangin', click hangin', set trippin', hoppin' out the whip Renegading, diamonds yellow, they lemonading Block of roaches, I exterminate 'em 10 bands, that'll terminate 'em New aves, had to renovate 'em You a hater, pocket watchin', tryna count my paper Pocket rocket came with a laser Ice him now, catch his brother later All I know his grand and stack the paper Mix the purp and yellow, nigga I'm a Laker I ain't like him then, I don't like him now If I want his chain, they gon lay him down Smoke volume by the half o' pound Waka Flocka love them gun sounds Shooters, got 'em on speed dial I'm a rich nigga shoutin', "Fuck trial" Try me, click-clack, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow [Chorus] Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back [Verse 2] Meet his maker, undertaker Quick to catch a fade like a taper He ain't gangsta, nigga he a faker Cut the beef, I'm a fuckin' baker Better shut up, nigga, my cannon K up Two-two-three, cut shit like Vega Get him knocked off for a favor Don't play no games, this ain't fuckin' Sega Just picture frames as I tell 'em spray I told grandma pray, it's goin' down today I'm from Clayton County, not the fuckin' A Niggas runnin' West, I got a minute late K with my, it stay with me, niggas play with me, fuck a fade I could give a fuck, we could die today Sticks with me, DJ Holiday All my dawgs might fuck her face Got my dawg with my, yeah my fuckin' Ace See that tall nigga, he could tuck a K Two twin Glocks, call 'em Kid 'n Play My tee Supreme, like Kenneth Bae Yellin' Bricksquad! Every fuckin' day [Chorus] Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back Father God have my back, I see karma coming back I see karma coming back, I see karma coming back [Outro] Salute Me or Shoot Me volume 6!