Meyhem Lauren, AG Da Coroner, Action Bronson - BBQ Brisket lyrics

Peel out the whip
It's raining but the tires still smoking
Plus this homegrown shit be potent
Georgia tech sweatsuit in a red coupe
You know we get loot
And beat the pussy like a dead moose
Bake the bread like a grandmother
Rock Vans in the summer
Hoist metal, baste the salmon with butter
Shit be tanner than ceramic
From a Mexican mother
Or when a hammer bitch is dancing
In the bed with my brother

Some stupidity ignorant rap
Never that it's knowledge family
I rep for Queens
My niggas blast the jam be understand me
Keep your heat stacked like your
Ones and be on?pz?
South block plots and drug
Spot drops forever greasy
Used to have an attitude and thought
The whole world should appease me
Apologetic connected with it
Now I see it needs me
It's all give and take
Respect the cycle of thought
Forever caught in landscapes between
Reflecting New York
Show me support for preservation and
The art of presentation
Intense investigation while we
Route my destination
Nefarious ladies splash their faces
With potential babies
Real niggas know my resume
Shot out my brother?

The original gun clapper
Who cracked the code and stole
The gold from you actors
Bitch niggas get washed up
Ran over your whole team
Pushing a Dodge truck
They asked me why I think so violently
The devil on my shoulder don't sleep
It keeps trying me
And ain't no motherfucker want to hire me
I penned a whole chapter in
A serial killer's diary
Sick mind with a sick rhyme
Catch me on vacay flipping up and
Posing with a thick swine
Bend over a chick's spine
And don't stop drilling until I get mine
Determination's my occupation I never quit
Like fucking your wifey while she's
Telling you that she's celibate
Ten to rise and I love wars, they delicate
And do it two more times, now I'm a predicate