Commas

[Chorus: G Perico]

It's all about checks, commas, murder, all drama (Boom, boom, boom)

Fuck the cops, I'm with the robbers (Uh)

Through the ghetto in a striker

I dance with the devil wearin' Prada (It's G)

Checks, commas, murder, all drama (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)

I'm with the burglars and the flockers

Carbone feed me pasta (Yeah, uh-huh, look, Movie Star)

Politickin' with my partner (Frrah)

[Verse 1: G Perico]

Yeah, uh, got that shit on

A Clicc just passed (Ching-ching), what y'all hit for?

It's a competition, who gon' get more?

I drive by in foreigns on niggas that went broke (Vroom)

Valet park at Katanas or Ruth Chris

We at TAOs (What's happenin'?), eatin' sushi

Everybody with me got strikes from felonies (Uh)

We all bang 242 or 273

I walked in Givenchy mumblin' Biggie (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)

It's all about the Benjis

Bro got cracked in the field

He just FaceTimed from the county jail (Hello?)

He got money on his commissary

The bail set at a million when he done with his violation (It's the Clicc)

Pick him up in a 911

Targa, Turbo, Porsche, vroom, vroom, vroom

[Chorus: G Perico]

It's all about checks, commas, murder, all drama (Boom, boom, boom)

Fuck the cops, I'm with the robbers (Uh)

Through the ghetto in a striker

I dance with the devil wearin' Prada (It's G)

Checks, commas, murder, all drama (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)

I'm with the burglars and the flockers

Carbone, feed me pasta (Movie Star)

Politickin' with my partner (Frrah)

[Verse 2: G Perico]

Yeah, uh, what up, Scavy? (What up?)

Fresh home, tryna run it up, Scavy

24K, more grams than a Grammy

I was flyin' in my TRX and I crashed it (Skrrt)

Poof, oh, brother

Hussein said he could get me in a Cullinan

Ever since I drove Eight's shit, I wanted it (I need it)

Half a million, four or five hundred (Cash)

Yeah, get it out the mud

High-neck diamonds be hittin' in the club

I'm in Prada patent leather dancin' with the devil

My PO say homicide got some questions (Fuck)

It's somebody snitchin', half these niggas bitches

Most these niggas broke and can't see the picture

I'm 'bout to go shoppin', I just made a million

I'll slime him out quick if he ain't my nigga

[Chorus: G Perico]

It's all about checks, commas, murder, all drama (Boom, boom, boom)

Fuck the cops, I'm with the robbers (Uh)

Through the ghetto in a striker

I dance with the devil wearin' Prada (It's G)

Checks, commas, murder, all drama (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)

I'm with the burglars and the flockers

Carbone feed me pasta (Yeah, uh-huh, look, Movie Star)

Politickin' with my partner (Frrah)