Pollos Hermanos (feat. Serious Jack)

Fucking up some commas while I'm blowing up a check Couple shorties with me, traveled by the private jet Means I flew them out from florida, got bored and ordered a Brand new fucken baddie, she claims she was from Quebec Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos Running up a check, yeah we f*ck up the commas We too classy, fucking with some damas We 'bout that action, we not with drama Mann, when I step in this bitch All these hoes wan' touch me yeah they licking they lips When I'm in my zone I be living so happily Can't step outside without losing grip of reality Of reality, shits so insane it's a tragedy Know I got problems, God please do not be mad at me Hear what they sayin but they scared of adding me Thought that I told you I'm hot like some kerosine, bitch Yeah we like Pollos Hermanos Running up a check, yeah we f*ck up the commas (I can bring you in warm) Cartel money on my brain and on my chain Got stacks of paper flowing I'm just hoping to maintain Got a bank out there in Spain and another one in Maine An exclusive strain of Mary Jane, call it "Purple Rain" It got that purple veins it's a hard one to maintain But cocaines not my lane so I'm sorry must abstain I'm praying out in Ukraine so my sins will wein I'm a born sinner that's a shout out to Jermaine I'm a gangsta, tight coochie tasta' I'll replace ya' you talking to the mason, the maker Whip up this heat like a chef, I'm a baker The paper actually stacking up Man I'm raging and bashing the competition, incompetent I'm sitting here plotting, better start placing your bets I'm meeting new accomplices, I'm making new accomplishments I'm out across the border Talking to shordies, I'm working on my accent Pollos Hermanos Running up a check, yeah we f*ck up the commas We too classy, fucking with some damas We 'bout that action, we not with drama Surrounded by paper, I feel like it's drowning me Sea full of sins, that gave a crown to three Me, Ju, and Jer, rock the boat Pound of lean, take that shit with me Never go down you see Guaranteed we take your life on this track And I never look back, yeah I smoke that loud pack Who is Serious Black, more like Serious Jack I got shit to unpack, yeah you better step back 'Cuz I got that bitch Smack, hit you back to your shack That's the story of my life Another night of hooking up but not looking to wife Asking what's the point and hoping I could make it right Can't blame how I cut the bread when I'm the butter knife To me it's just a summer night I've been spitting game since I put my name in the upper right Matter of fact, I write this rap inside the book of Malachai And spit it like the crack that make an addict start an alley fight (Fight)