Meyhem Lauren - Swiss Alps lyrics

[Meyhem Lauren] Word, Meyhem Lauren, Thorotracks, all day My n***a Action Bronson, what!, Queens sh** Always official, check it [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] 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 n***a, we get it popping Coke pure like Hip Hop when New York was vacant lotting Slapboxing as a teen, got my sk**s correct Flows correct, blows direct, f** y'all n***as expect? COD, never debt, we scrape b**hes, 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 n***a it's nothing Catch me chilling with them sinister n***as Right on the block Peace to One Eighteen and Metropolitan What up, ack? Word up, son, that's that street sh** right there Super visual lyrics, son, I paint pictures for y'all n***as Straight up and down, this is Meyhem Lauren Ayo, Action, tell these n***as what it is, son? [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I got it Man down, stand ground Queens is the home of the livest n***as, hands down Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks 6 n***as, 1 b**h with no latex Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees Lo shorts, sour diese', f** I gotta disease Big holster, handheld sh** that's laying horses Suede enforcer, smooth and rugged Like a grayish Porscha Moonlit, the return of the goon sh** A full clip make a f*ggot do a full split That spoon sh**, leaning over like a bellyache My n***as 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 f** a hooker on a daily basis 40 aces [Action Bronson] Okay, my n***as eating rare reindeer meat Fly muthaf**ing outfits Lavish bedspreads, nickel 9's, rugers, macks Let's do it! [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] 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 biscuits, n***as know how we ride [Verse 4: Action Bronson] Slide, Clyde Frazier with the paper, 260 Rock 60 60 shot, dip them rockets out the spiffy sock Hammer holding, f**ing b**hes with the hairy colon Fly a kite to prison, sent by the canary, golden [Verse 5: Meyhem Lauren] 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, k**er paper [Verse 6: Action Bronson] My n***a 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