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G Perico - Commas Lyrics

Commas Lyrics[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)