Step Brothers - Lay Some Treats on Us lyrics
[Step Brothers - Lay Some Treats on Us lyrics]
Fuck Run, I'm the reverend's son
A motherfucker with a missing lung
Waving his gun (Diggy Simmons)
I'm killing this song until the raven is done
Laying birds out off of what
I'm singing on drums
I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland
And buzzin' off the alcohol
But still it's thought provoking
Step up, step up, step up to this
Bloody knuckle fist, broken gasoline drinking
And pot smoking in public
And tuff's the jam like a Caribbean musket
Can't trust it
My blueprint plan is not discussion
Guns are either handed
And weapons ain't biased
So why we stand clear from
The drama of the sirens
And moving past the promises of liars
(Pliers)
Spin your face in a shape that's two-fold
8 track maker, I'm collecting the fools' gold
Work with a hammer and a chisel, my tools old
I'm live and I dive and don't
Check if the pool's cold
Me and killer got something
True the news rolled
Out the red carpet just to get a rep
But shorty said, "Nah
" pulled the trigger and stepped
Fresher than a 90 minute cookie from Mattel
Matte black everything
Your patterns are pastel and past tense
We gettin' higher than it's Aspen
I spit that shit that stay
On fire like it's absinthe it's the 20
20 joint rollers
Let that shit ride, I'm keeping this take
Pen pourin' like Peruvian flake
Flavor like Worcester on a steak
While I roller skate over the break
With only Timbs on
I'm over the lake and still skippin'
I bit the big apple
It's bait and think different
I paint pictures, a modern day great
That could honestly
Solemnly say I stay vicious
I'll never second-guess shit again
James Patterson type novels
I'm blessed with the pen
I offend, nuggets on my neck not pretend
You kidding me, you non-delivery
Return to send'
Always go against the grade and not the blend
A motherfucker with a missing lung
Waving his gun (Diggy Simmons)
I'm killing this song until the raven is done
Laying birds out off of what
I'm singing on drums
I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland
And buzzin' off the alcohol
But still it's thought provoking
Step up, step up, step up to this
Bloody knuckle fist, broken gasoline drinking
And pot smoking in public
And tuff's the jam like a Caribbean musket
Can't trust it
My blueprint plan is not discussion
Guns are either handed
And weapons ain't biased
So why we stand clear from
The drama of the sirens
And moving past the promises of liars
(Pliers)
Spin your face in a shape that's two-fold
8 track maker, I'm collecting the fools' gold
Work with a hammer and a chisel, my tools old
I'm live and I dive and don't
Check if the pool's cold
Me and killer got something
True the news rolled
Out the red carpet just to get a rep
But shorty said, "Nah
" pulled the trigger and stepped
Fresher than a 90 minute cookie from Mattel
Matte black everything
Your patterns are pastel and past tense
We gettin' higher than it's Aspen
I spit that shit that stay
On fire like it's absinthe it's the 20
20 joint rollers
Let that shit ride, I'm keeping this take
Pen pourin' like Peruvian flake
Flavor like Worcester on a steak
While I roller skate over the break
With only Timbs on
I'm over the lake and still skippin'
I bit the big apple
It's bait and think different
I paint pictures, a modern day great
That could honestly
Solemnly say I stay vicious
I'll never second-guess shit again
James Patterson type novels
I'm blessed with the pen
I offend, nuggets on my neck not pretend
You kidding me, you non-delivery
Return to send'
Always go against the grade and not the blend