Commas (Remix)

[Verse 1: Bugatti Beez] Alright let's keep it simple Let's fuck up some commas, I am the bomb like Osama I'm probably fuckin' your momma, there's so many fish in the sea But I'm a piranha, so them niggas gonnas I'm gunna go 0-100 nigga real quick, real shit Growin' up I was broke so I started rappin' Now I'm surround by banks like I'm Will Smith Nigga hit the kill switch When I was writtin' and shit I was hotta than the bitch I take pride when I spit, I got so many haters They blockin' the beautiful women from gettin' a chance to come ride on the dick Man I'm mad as a bitch These other niggas rappin' but man they are trash at this shit But I hit the (bull?) fuck a spaz on the class Like when teachers get mad when you talkin' they shit So don't talk when I'm rappin' Listen, my jewelry really expensive, I might be gifted I might be cold, but you gotta [?] a children Only thing that's flaky about me is when I got dandruff Nigga every time I kill instrumentals I reset the standards, nigga Let's fuck up some comma, aye [x2] [Verse 2: Bugatti Beez] But back to the beat From a hood where if you don't get them, best believe they comin' back with the heat If for some reason you just gotta get attached to the street Damn, now you got your back in the street Ey man honestly I just find (financial?) unique Motha fuck your opinion, they (natchured?) this beat But that black on black Honda decrease Now the po-lice got more blacks together than Black People Meet The flows authentic, hell no I ain't rent it My windows are tinted, presidential of course, like Obama got in it I put that on my momma's momma's that I'm finna get it I could of said grandma but it's not my damn fault That you motha fuckas so simple minded when I rhymes with that you'll go hit the fuckin' rewind (Branded?), I chokin' niggas with the bars I hope that someone 'round you knows the heimlich, maneuver Watch me pick this shit up like a poopa scoopa If the bitch foreign of course I scoop her Hatin' on me you're a fuckin' losa Don't be mad at me because writin' on the P, A, D, got me a nice P, A, D A, D, D dopeness, subtract that hoe shit Multiply the numba of people that slept with you and keep the one above you right in front of you Tryin' to get M's upside down like a W Pretty handsome, girls say that I'm lovable Oh you thought I said (that rappa?), you gullible All the real niggas like 'Nigga I fuck witchu' Now I could go on and on and on and on And ironic cause I'd still go off Better pray to the most high on that the steel go off Cause the motha fuckin' steel goes off, (la [x7]) I'm tired of doin' this, this rap shit, I'm pursuin' it I overheard that the (rug?) game was fallin' apart Well fuck it nigga, I'll be the glue to it Shittin' on rappers, I am the master Spreadin' the word like I am a pastor Ball 'till I fall, the boy is a cancer I am a cancer, spittin' that cancer Now I don't know how in the fuck I've been doin' exactly whatever the fuck I've been doin' I swear to the mic and I bring yay to the mic so of course I do not have the answers boy Don't fuck up my pradas, aye [x2] [Outro] Don't fuck up this motha fuckin' pradas nigga Ah Like I... I ain't got no fuckin' pradas...