Big worm (feat. 51sonny)

Don't f*ck with Smokey, let a nigga play with me, I'll big worm me some Been in the streets, I'm out on feet, tryna earn me some This bitch go beep, big body Jeep, I'm tryna turn me some Unc Been trappin', get 250 for a G, I'm tryna learn me some I call my .40, big worm, I'm tryna perm me some I look for a real geek, he run outside like the percy's coming They say Lil Rome keep on praisin' with his gun like it's church or something Niggas talk shit bout 9 like they won't end up in a hearse or something Like they can't end up in a fuckin' box I put that bitch face on my cock and told her, f*ck the twat .40 bullets jumpin' out the Smith & Wesson, nigga, f*ck a Glock And this big 51 around this bitch, nigga, f*ck her up Got that 4-way shit tatted on my hand, nigga, f*ck your block Lil' bro tryna bicker bout that bitch, man, f*ck that thot She gave her lo up for the dick, so she fucked yo drop Caught my bitch getting freaky wit the 40 she tryna f*ck my Glock I caught her cheatin' with a 40, been on demon since a shorty I got a fiend that keep on callin' for a G, I'm finna short eem I told I.C.E that my migos price right, don't deport eem Don't play with heads, a nigga run off with my cheese, then I'ma torch it He ain't playin', you think he playin' about his money Hell nah, I ain't playin' about my motherfuckin' money You said he had a gun when you seen him, right Hell yeah, I had a motherfuckin' pipe, foo Now name one person in the hood that play like that F*ck, lil' bro, I ain't break the roll down, I think that shit was fake In the kitchen, wrist like Betty Crocker, but I ain't making cake Man, it's 40, make a lil' nigga fly, you think he had a cape I got rich off sellin' dogs, lil' nigga, I'm tryna buy a state I just sold Johnny a 10, he came back, he tryna buy eighth I'ma keep stackin' my money to the top until I buy a wraith I just wish my brother Tay was here to see me try to find a way I just wish JD was here so he can help me go and rob the bank This the Dope, the junkies fear he hit the plate, and then he bob and faint That's a hundred dollars. Stop playin' with me, Smokey If you ain't got my money or my bud, I'm killin' you and him