Swiss Alps lyrics

[Meyhem Lauren]

Word, Meyhem Lauren, Thorotracks, all day
My n*gga Action Bronson, what!, Queens sh*t
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*gga, 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, f*ck y'all n*ggas expect?
COD, never debt, we scrape b*tches, 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*gga it's nothing
Catch me chilling with them sinister n*ggas
Right on the block
Peace to One Eighteen and Metropolitan
What up, ack?
Word up, son, that's that street sh*t right there
Super visual lyrics, son, I paint pictures for y'all n*ggas
Straight up and down, this is Meyhem Lauren
Ayo, Action, tell these n*ggas what it is, son?

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

I got it

Man down, stand ground
Queens is the home of the livest n*ggas, hands down
Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks
6 n*ggas, 1 b*tch with no latex
Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees
Lo shorts, sour diese', f*ck I gotta disease
Big holster, handheld sh*t that's laying horses
Suede enforcer, smooth and rugged
Like a grayish Porscha
Moonlit, the return of the goon sh*t
A full clip make a faggot do a full split
That spoon sh*t, leaning over like a bellyache
My n*ggas 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*ck a hooker on a daily basis
40 aces
[Action Bronson]

Okay, my n*ggas eating rare reindeer meat
Fly muthaf*cking 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*ggas 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*cking b*tches 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, killer paper
[Verse 6: Action Bronson]

My n*gga Steele would rape you
Living lavish on the edge
I'll do you damage, split your cabbage
p*ss 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