Commas on commas (nsfw, ultra fast rap verse)

[Hook] Step up in the b*tch and I don’t act sweet (uhhh) Talkin’ out your neck, I cut your checks, then I last laugh (ahhh) Told these beeches, "worried ’bout yourself" (uhh) (ahhh) You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash [Verse] Commas on commas on commas (comin’) I fill a safe up for each of my mamas I gave these bi*ches the Pikachu power I ran away and I charged up on Buttercup It’s lookin’ stormy, I’m tuckin’ my Glock in my leggings These bi*ches don’t jog and run She in the clear ’cause these bi*ches don’t war So as long as I step in the place, then I won [Hook] Step up in the b*ch and I don’t act sweet (uhhh) Talkin’ out your neck, I cut your checks, then I last laugh (ahhh) Told these beeches, "worried ’bout yourself" (uhh) (ahhh) You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash [Verse] Hand over face, why these bi*ches be pressed? These bi*ches be scared, Medusa the dress I’m workin’ on this, I’m workin’ on next But it’s not enough time for me to focus on that If we goin’ on trial, I’m not turnin’ in I don’t need no attorney, I’ll go just TC I’ll pull up on the grove and talk out on the streets ’Cause they know that I’m platinum and you MP3, ugh [Hook] Step up in the b*ch and I don’t act sweet (uhhh) Talkin’ out your neck, I cut your checks, then I last laugh (ahhh) Told these beeches, "worried ’bout yourself" (uhh) (ahhh) You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash You don’t got no goals, you just talk mad trash