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[Verse 1: PS Hitsquad] We got spots and blades, this ain't no razor bumps Hashtag trap and bang, we either got grams or we're raising guns This one's gonna take a chunk, she got an amazing bum It's blatant that she my favourite one Bro's been whipping up arms Just whipping his arm tryna make that one Dishing out rocks, call me a slingshot How many times did I get man down? How much man have I chinged up? How many times did we pull up in whips, and see everyone sprint off? How many times did I hear 28 basic couldn't get no wing job? I got a stick like Harry Potter, when I'm JK Rowling I remember them times I ain't have no butter now I get paid they phoning (oh shit) Them man actors Danny Glover, I'll leave your AJ soaking Open your chest like Jammy Dodger, how comes your mates ain't rolling? How comes your friend didn't back you? Long nose hoover, bro got that Henry vacuum Uhh, pronto shooter He don't think twice he'll slap you That was a mad maneuver, thank God I got plenty of tracksuits Burn that trackie like tooka I ain't wanna do that but I had to [Chorus: Karma] I just wanna make this money I just wanna make these bands I just wanna so make so much bands that my bands start breaking bands Bands, Bands Bands in elastic bands I just pray that I don't get slapped in the back of that transit van I just wanna make this money I just wanna make these bands I just wanna so make so much bands that my bands start breaking bands Bands, Bands Bands in elastic bands I just pray that I don't get slapped in the back of that transit van [Verse 2: Karma] I just wanna this money I just wanna make this P But I'm still out on rides Tryna get man fried like KFC How many man done already got peeled in the field and sent into A&E Them man love leaving friends they can't get points for bravery I want big bands like manager rock I just want that cream like Vaseline This brownings nice in the flesh but I'm chatting to her friend it's a mazzalean Cos she asked me for a mention let me just shout out Ashley I do 'nuff dirt for my siblings all for the love of my family Free all my guys in prison, this one and that one, that one and this one Anytime I step with bruce, I got my juice and I know he's got his one I got a caramel one with a big bum, I ain't even jeet that yet but she soon get sexed She know I'll soon give some Bro bro said he needs a nank He knows that I'm with one I love to make things bang I just want big guns All for the butter or cash Got me doing up laps So I soon be rich son I just wanna make these bands I just want big funds [Chorus: Karma] I just wanna make this money I just wanna make these bands I just wanna so make so much bands that my bands start breaking bands Bands, Bands Bands in elastic bands I just pray that I don't get slapped in the back of that transit van I just wanna make this money I just wanna make these bands I just wanna so make so much bands that my bands start breaking bands Bands, Bands Bands in elastic bands I just pray that I don't get slapped in the back of that transit van