Tapeworm

Definitely, you know what I'm sayin'? We just hittin' the spot (pimpire) Downtown, uptown, just chill out, you know what I'm sayin'? Park on the side block, wait for the club let out, you know what I'm sayin'? Just, just chill out, wait for them bitches to walk out with they feet hurtin' Shit like fishin' in a barrel, nigga Yo, zip one, daddy, this the big one This rap shit is fun, it's passive income Still made a bag and then some Rinse my gun, hit the kid with one in his cinnamon bun That's usually how you end up when you rip and run Nigga twisted up like a blunt (uh), gettin' puffed (smoked) Me and bruh the new B.I.G. and Puff This shit feel like when Jigga was young Shit was a dub and then the pendulum swung Like diamond pendants on a rich thug (uh) Who you pickin, hon'? The Timberlands or the Lugs? (What we doin'?) Which is dumb, we know you gettin' the construction for the big bucks So why is you tryna line up all your ducks? (Huh?) Size 'em up, you want 'em dry-rubbed and plucked Well, ma, if that's what you like, I'm not the kind of guy you want I'm not a punk Can't ride in my truck if you rock a lacefront (skrrt) Basic tastebuds The medium rare steak come with blood You should try it, it taste good (uh) This shit delicious, you know what I'm sayin'? They don't even do it well-done up in here, you know what I'm sayin'? They don't sell chicken fingers neither Shouldn't have to say to her Baby, wait your turn, it's confirmed, you got a tapeworm (tapeworm) I'm up, now you feel a way Say word, you got a tapeworm (oh, yay) Wait turn, paper got your brain stirred Heard you ate it first, baby girl, you got a tapeworm (pimpire, I don't like you anyway) You got a tapeworm Say word, baby, you got a tapeworm (oh, yay, Marci', hundred thou') Your shit don't deserve a reaction (uh-uh) Your lady heard of me in passing, niggas dirty mackin' (pssh) A little birdie told me that girl with a Jersey accent I was in Saks Fifth, purchasing a jacket (uh) The nerve of these jackasses, my savage got murders on his jacket I'm too high class to work with purse snatchers (yo) One time tryna sack us, giant linebackers with badges The size of Brian Urlacher Uh, microwave the work, cook the bird faster I'd rather fast than go to work and serve master (uh) Certain vernacular make the bag come I'm a church pastor, big mama girdle unfasten 35 hundred cash for the sunglasses (woo) A couple classics, it all happened under your mustaches (uh) Dirty money, guns, drugs stuffed in the mattress I pray this bag get us a pass from Judge Mathis (yeah, I pray, Lord, father forgive us) Chase dumb shit, we had a great run You waitin' on some burn, you hatin', claim I got a tapeworm I'm up, now you feel a way Uh, yeah, tables turn, eventually, you ate them same words I blame it on your tastebuds, bum, you got a tapeworm (tapeworm) I don't like you anyway (oh, nay) Ayy Know what I'm sayin'? When it come to these hoes, nigga I'm still knocking like the landlord, nigga, and rent is due (know what I'm sayin'?) The illustrious, pimpire I'm up, now you feel a way Uh, yeah (pimpire) Eventually, you ate same words Blame it on your tastebuds, bum, you got a tapeworm Bitch niggas in the way Uh, yeah Uh, yeah, Mount Marci', nigga The mountaintops Uh, know what I'm sayin'? Walkin' in these shoes is like Heaven, nigga Yeah Yeah Yeah, bitch