Ransom - Bad Karma lyrics

Ah, damn, mmm, fuck
Fuck this phone keep ringin' for?

Five o'clock in the mornin' while
I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
Check my phone, a missed
Call, a blocked number
Why is they callin'?
I'm up holdin' my piss
Too lazy to hit the toilet up
I'm waitin' 'til it's just
The last second, they can't avoid it much
Jumped up, the phone start ringin'
Must be my dumb luck
Blocked again, I'll take my chances, "Yo
What the fuck's up?" hmm, bad man
This for someone in your position
You'd sing a different tune if your
Woadie knew what you missin'
Now I'm thinkin' suspicious like
Who the fuck's on my shit list?
And all I'm hearin' 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 (yeah, aight)
I got your fuckin' bitch (What?)
Thinkin' of rapin' her
Maskin' and duck tapin' hеr
When I'm done
They'll bе no way you recognizin'
The face of her
Why would they think of takin' her?
Must be dealin' with murderous niggas
Who bloody basement stuff
No time to waste for her
How much you want? Fifty grand a limb
If you plan to win
Two hundred grand to get your fam' again
Hammer spin, turn her to a mannequin if
You thinkin' of panickin'
I'll finally be the man again
Never go hand-to hand again
Tired of them quarters, drug dealin'
And panhandling
My plan's vanishin' 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 safe, man

Aight, aight, aight, hold on here, bitch
Bae, bae, bae 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 that motherfucker put his hands on you?
I don't know what you're gonna do
But I'm scared like
He got me tied up, I just need you to just
Don't, don't, don't
Bae, don't worry about it
Give whatever he want you and give to him now
I got you, I'm gonna get you home
I'm on my way i'll be right there

You think you know that we bluffin'
Her buddy find out we fuckin'
I been to prison twice
I ain't goin' back in for nothin'
Don't tell me you scared, nigga, nah, bitch
I ain't scared of nothin' i love money
I'll kill that stupid nigga you cuffin'
Yeah, yeah, whatever
You makin' it sound good okay, okay
Just pass me the other clip to the AK
Rubber grips on the trey-eights
Let off a whole clip though
Don't flip though
Stay on your toes like you 'bout to tiptoe
Who you callin' a bitch though? With
Your broke and worthless ass i'ma boss
I ain't these bitches fuckin'
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 murked 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 sittin'
There sunny side up?
Why the fuck is that gun layin' beside her?
This bitch is tryna back me down, gat me down
Leavin' me layin' there like Pacquiao
But, I ain't buyin' in
I'm the handle of fire fin
I fire then and leave this bitch layin'
Bring in the violins

That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss
Even your fuckin' wife will
Get you double-crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions
And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban
Diamond encrusted cross
That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss
Even your fuckin' wife will
Get you double-crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions
And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban
Diamond encrusted cross