Couple Commas

Geeked up in the club like I'm DDG Spin the block, hitting every corner like a DVD Call his ass out on the play like a referee Glock in the waist with a radio like a deputy Gotta hit up a couple cities like I'm CP3 Like a rusty brake pad, there ain't no stopping Me Moonshine tasting in the rolls, we in Tennessee Birkenstocks nike socks, that's all you basic bitches wear Four pointers on these diamonds like it's a square See me in public and you won't touch a hair shoot em up like I'm Ja Morant Grizzly bear runts in this backwood, got me so impaired Now they see me up, and they trying to get a share War in this bitch like a number two, what I declare Filling up my double cup with some magic juice You acting so pussy, sweeter than some apple juice Been acting up, road running finna drop a duece mark off the victim like it's Duck Duck Goose going at you, coming at you from all angles obtuse Don't know who I am, bitch, let me introduce 2Sap, ain't settle for last place, no caboose Fucked a bitch from behind, ran pussy so loose Money stack so big, the cabinet big as moose Yo, Bummy ass ain't got no pape, makin an Excuse In life, it's either first or last, ain't Nothing Bitch, I ain't going lose Finna drop some Jäger in the monster, got me feeling good You from the suburbs, brodie, you are not in hood Troops dropped when I set a play, they understood Chop you up, leave you on the floor like some tree wood Trying to get on my level, shit, I know you wish you could Been in the dirt, trying to make it out the mud Cartier buffs on my face, these diamonds flood Gotta get your signature on the play, write it in some blood Plug callled the flip phone, askin to sell some crud Stay around my strap with a K like it's tetherball Try to scam your ass, found out your pape so small Texting me on IG, say you wanna brawl Super smash bros on the switch, playing as Mario Pape so green, same color as Diny Yoshi Smoking on exotic foreign green From Hiroshima hit you with a laser like it's futurama Know yo ass salty cause you got some baby mama drama Bank account boutta withdraw couple commas Walked out the house in some slides and pajamas Just waking up, getting right to the motion Pull out the 7-11 cup, filled with the potion Just like the submarine, sip so implosive Like a page in a book, yo ass got flipped over Trick or treat, it's only treats in the hustle Middle of October, see you trying to rap like me Maybe use some exposure, driedel man with a special K BLP Kosher, reaching in the ashtray Finna hit a couple roaches not in the trenches But nothing goes to waste Holdin up the trophy cup, dream I'm finna chase Pint of yeah in this cup, so dirty, took it to the face Mess up your dental from this hook, leave you with some brace Bitch