Bad Karma Songtext
von Ransom

Uhhhh, damn, uhm, fuck
Fuck this phone keep ringing for?

5 O′clock in the morning, while I'm stretching and yawning
Check my phone and missed call, blocked number, why is they calling?
I′m up, holding my piss, too lazy to hit the toilet up

I'm waiting till it's just the last second, it can′t avoid it much
Jumped up, the phone start ringing, must be my dumb luck
Blocked again, I′ll take my chances, yo what the fuck's up?
Hm, bad manners for someone in your position

You sing a different tune if you only knew what you′re missing


Now I'm thinking suspicious like who the fuck′s on my shit list?
And all I'm hearing is whispers, they tryna ruin my Christmas
I′m pissed like who the fuck is this?
Huh, it's your worst nightmare nigga, so suck a dick (Let me out)
I got your fucking bitch (What?)
Thinking of raping her, masking and duct taping her
When I'm done there′ll be no way you recognizing the face of her
Why would they think of taking her?
Must be dealing with murderous niggas who bloody basements up
No time to waste for her, how much you want?

50 Grand a limb, if you plan to win
200 Grand to get your fam again, hammer spin
Turn her to a mannequin if you thinking of panicking
I′ll finally be the man again, never go hand to hand again

Tired of them corners, drug dealing and pan handling
My plans vanishing in thin air and I can't stand it man

I ain′t got time to waste fam

Aight fuck it, just let me know that she's safe man
Aight aight, like hold on
Hit bitch

Babe, babe
You good?
Yeah, I′m alright, I'm alright, I′m alright
You sure?
This shit is just crazy like
Hold on, hold on


Did the motherfucker put his hands on you?
I don't know what you gonna do but I'm scared
Like he got me tied up, I just need you to just get
Man don′t worry about it, I′ma

Get whatever he wants and get it to him now
I got you, I'ma get you home, I′m on my way
I'll be, I′ll be right there

You think he know that we bluffing? How 'bout he find out we fucking?
I been in prison twice, I ain′t going back in for nothing
Don't tell me you scared nigga
Nah bitch, I ain't scared of nothing
I love money, I′ll kill that stupid nigga you cuffing
Yeah yeah whatever, you making it sound good
Okay okay, just pass me that other clip to the AK

Rubber grips on the Trey 8′s, let off a whole clip though
Don't slip though, stay on your toes like you ′bout to tip-toe
Who you calling a bitch though? With your broke and worthless ass
I'm a boss, I ain′t these bitches fucking for Birkin bags
Yeah okay
First of all (What?)
How you even got the nerve to call me a bitch?
You must've not heard before, I got niggas merked before
Furthermore, best believe this bitch′ll let the burner off

Baby? You in here?
Fuck you at? Where that nigga at?
Oh, fuck, damn

Why the fuck is she not tied up?
Why the fuck is he sitting there sunny side up?
Why the fuck is that gun laying beside her?
This bitch is tryna back me down, gat me down
Leaving me laying there like Pacquiao
But I ain't buying in, I'm the head of Leviathan
I fire 10 and leave this bitch laying, bring in the violins

That′d be the day I take a fucking loss
Even your fucking wife′ll get you double crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions, ain't no love is lost
5 Ounce Cuban diamond encrusted cross
That′d be the day I take a fucking loss
Even your fucking wife'll get you double crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions, ain′t no love is lost
5 Ounce Cuban diamond encrusted cross