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Heavy sauce, man

And we ain’t even fumblin'

We just truck stick all the way

Don’t you lie to me

Look at my block, what economy?

This chain tryin' to fly economy

So this just one big monopoly?

Well bitch, I got good at monopoly

The profit margin just adopted me

Fuck nigga tripping, he sizing me

Told my mama, it’s only one God to me

High on the sauce and apostrophes

Speak on what the future profits is

You thought them niggas was shinin', ha

I stepped in this bitch on apocalypse

Why your girl smacking her teeth at me

When you know I can’t knock her lips?

Pop whenever I speak, nigga

These bitches in they feelings

They was probably typing in the river

Local niggas still acting brand new

Boy, it’s looking like you is the ceiling

But I ain’t even tryin' to knock you

'Cause petty shit don’t even bother me

My dick 'bout to fuck your whole arteries

But we tired of struggling for hardly

Just give me them commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

Just give me them commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

I just want commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

Just give me them commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

We just want commas, apostrophes

Pablo just called me today (Yay)

Take it out in fifty-five days

Truth is, I met my lil homie

All abandoned

Bare face cold case

Hussein but pimpin', no race

Black, white, Spanish, no Wraith

Two times two, four face

Made a bitch strip just to buy my Rollie

Tabernacle, man, they think I’m holy

Pablo pulled up in a brand new stolen

Hot box, but that my wodie

I break a bih with a cool wrist

Pimpin' preaching from the pulpit

God damn, we tired of struggling for hardly

Twenty-two killers on Harleys

God bless the next man that come try to harm me

I brought the whole biker gang to the party

Don’t you lie to me

You gon' see a whole different side of me

Two pounds of Molly duct taped to the thigh of me

Things we do for the economy

Left out the house with no rims, came back with a Benz

So I ain’t so good with the modesty

Most of my friends only want the ends

They don’t even speak to me honestly

They all want the gems and gold on they trims

Don’t wanna implement the policy

They act like them M’s gon' show up outside of they doorstep

And that shit a comedy

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

Just give me them commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

I just want commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

Just give me them commas, apostrophes

Commas, apostrophes

Commas and apostrophes

We tired of struggling for hardly

We just want commas, apostrophes