Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren - Swiss Alps lyrics

Word, Meyhem Lauren, Thorotracks, all day
My nigga Action Bronson, what!, Queens shit
Always official, check it

Vicious apparel gets displayed
When I'm outside we golden, fresh clothing
Fiends frozen, detects, the blocks moldering
Weight holding since the 90's, my nigga
We get it popping
Coke pure like Hip Hop when
New York was vacant lotting
Slapboxing as a teen, got my skills correct
Flows correct, blows direct
Fuck y'all niggas expect?
COD, never debt, we scrape bitches, get neck
Take a loaded 44 and play Russian Roulette
Before you try to put a
Person like myself in check dominant steez
Black Barkley's and white keys get chipped
Now I got a little something to flip
It's never makeshift
Meyhem Lauren ain't a myth
Marvelous gift, repeatedly rip fly production
Got Thorotracks holding me down
Nigga it's nothing
Catch me chilling with them sinister niggas
Right on the block
Peace to One Eighteen and Metropolitan
What up, ack? Word up, son
That's that street shit right there
Super visual lyrics, son
I paint pictures for y'all niggas
Straight up and down, this is Meyhem Lauren
Ayo, Action, tell these niggas what it is
Son?

I got it

Man down, stand ground
Queens is the home of the livest niggas
Hands down
Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks
6 niggas, 1 bitch with no latex
Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees
Lo shorts, sour diese', fuck I gotta disease
Big holster
Handheld shit that's laying horses
Suede enforcer, smooth and rugged
Like a grayish Porscha
Moonlit, the return of the goon shit
A full clip make a faggot do a full split
That spoon shit
Leaning over like a bellyache
My niggas form, get the Jelly cake, celebrate
Divine wisdom
You'll be left with the down syndrome
Brontosaurus mack 10, nickel 9 glisten
Street piston
Lighting woolies up in public places
Fuck a hooker on a daily basis 40 aces

Okay, my niggas eating rare reindeer meat
Fly muthafucking outfit's
Lavish bedspreads, nickel 9's, rugers, macks
Let's do it!

Mixtapes and strip steaks'll brighten them
With a big face
Official like a bullet used to
Pop cops and hit jakes we stomp fakes
My team takes the money outside
Boxcutters, black biscuit's
Niggas know how we ride

Slide, Clyde Frazier with the paper, 260
Rock 60 60 shot
Dip them rockets out the spiffy sock
Hammer holding
Fucking bitches with the hairy colon
Fly a kite to prison, sent by the canary
Golden

Keep competition folding
Gotta keep my pockets swollen
Police be strolling, rolling
Striking like they going bowling
Live lyric illustrator rough rap facilitator
Back block exhilarator
Dirty money, killer paper

My nigga Steele would rape you
Living lavish on the edge
I'll do you damage, split your cabbage
Piss all on the bed
I'm like a savage, maimed and ravaged
Fill the clips with lead
Stuffed into baggage
Like a sandwich, baker, brick to bread