Tapeworm lyrics

by

Roc Marciano


[Intro]
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 b*tches to walk out with they feet hurtin'
sh*t like fishin' in a barrel, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Yo, zip one, daddy, this the big one
This rap sh*t 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
n*gga twisted up like a blunt (Uh), gettin' puffed (Smoked)
Me and bruh the new B.I.G. and Puff
This sh*t feel like when Jigga was young
sh*t 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)
[Interlude]
This sh*t 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

[Chorus]
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')

[Verse 2]
Your sh*t don't deserve a reaction (Uh-uh)
Your lady heard of me in passing, n*ggas 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
Thirty-five 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)
[Chorus]
Chase dumb sh*t, 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)

[Outro]
Ayy
Know what I'm sayin'? When it come to these hoes, n*gga
I'm still knocking like the landlord, n*gga, 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
b*tch n*ggas in the way
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, Mount Marci', n*gga
The mountaintops
Uh, know what I'm sayin'?
Walkin' in these shoes is like Heaven, n*gga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, b*tch
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