Comma

[Intro] I love you, Cardingfraud [Chorus] Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada Black leather on the jeans in the Honda Countin' commas, wearin' Prada Got a couple chains for this trauma Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada Black leather on the jeans in the Honda Countin' commas, wearin' Prada Cannot feel the pain, stay [?] [Verse] All blues on me Bitch, I'm toxic I'm a [?] emotion prick You better watch it This is not it, this is logic Growin' different types of shrooms in my closet I got fifty thousand drinks in this car, eh I'mma stab that pussy up like a Spartan Wanna feature with me, you can't even bargain I'm forgotten, steady rottin' If you want, I got fifty on this car key Goin' up, can't nobody fuckin' stop me Rollin' up in your city You can't get into this show, it's a pity Can't fuck with you, innocent 'til proven guilty I got green clean money, but I'm filthy Really awkward, really weird, and I'm witty Gotta ask me for permission before filming (Permission before fil— eh) [Chorus] Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada Black leather on the jeans in the Honda Countin' commas, wearin' Prada Got a couple chains for this trauma Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada Black leather on the jeans in the Honda Countin' commas, wearin' Prada Cannot feel the pain, stay [?]