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 [?]