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karma (zone 2) - rnr lyrics

[verse 1]
they don’t wan’ see me and mine in the ride
cah you might get sauce no fries on the side
run man down keep my eye on the prize
my side’s oh so active that’s why the jakes wan’ cage all my guys
2 sweet jawns on my waist no lie
2 sweet shanks on my waist no cap
psycho member definitely tapped
right now smoking the smelliest dank
gb and incog bill it and brag
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout knifings
how many times did i dig it and drag
splash don’t run cah i itch it and bats
sweets in the waps tryna l!ck it at hats
1 ting tried move me on snap
but i couldn’t have that she was deader than latz
bad b come to the southside nizz i ain’t talking ’bout the northside one
word to k2 we got gyallie on us gyallie on gang gorgeous ones
big breast and enormous bums
jeet that down till i buss like a gun
…for the ride i press that gun and bun a man’s chest like rum
i don’t know nothing ’bout comrades, i ain’t russian
but i know about gripping this poky, riding with broski and pressing them b-ttons
i really hate running from police
my stamina’s sh-t but i gotta keep cutting
i ain’t tryna hold no cuffing

[hook]
bad b come to the nizz
that’s narm i ain’t talking ’bout broad water farm
big breast -rs- too large and she wan’ hold wood like a carpenter
opps love talk on the net that’s calm
till i show man grievious bodily harm
make a bug man melt haagen-dazs
chest shot you’ll need more than rnr
bad b come to the nizz
that’s narm i ain’t talking ’bout broad water farm
big breast -rs- too large and she wan’ hold wood like a carpenter
opps love talk on the net that’s calm
till i show man grievious bodily harm
make a bug man melt haagen-dazs
chest shot you’ll need more than rnr

[verse 2]
2 shanks up for the paigon kids
i don’t give 2 sh-ts ’bout your reputation man your name is sh-t
i don’t care about your age and sh-t
cause it don’t mean sh-t when i shave and dip
opps slapped 1 but their aim was sh-t
oi little n-gga don’t play with sticks
zone 2 pecks we’re a dangerous strip
zone 2 known zoo what a villainous crew
3 my little bro that’s bruce
we’re some serious psycho yutes
stop chatting how’s everyone talking loose on tunes but they don’t wanna ride on dudes
zone 2 really ride and shoot
if bro’s riding then i’m riding too
pecknarm’d off in a dingered out whizzy
i’m from pecknizzy
say you’re on me oh please
i’ll make you stop breathe like p done tizzy
opps get bored and start b-tching
one’s fault if a yute can’t listen
opp what who you’re a bored little victim
i don’t care about your friends or siblings
i’m a criminal freedom i risk it
i grip fat rambos not kitchens
karma karma i really go fishing
if my bro’s got beef i’m -ssissting
i back my dipper and dip him
ching wet up your head get christened
and i swear man it feels so fun when you make man run like a headless chicken
no remorse for an opp i’ll bill him

- karma zone 2 lyrics

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