Villa - Garlic and Oil lyrics

[Intro:] Tomorrow never comes until it's too late [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Jump out of the sun roof of the 540 [?] shawty grind on me She tried to get me for my shine Put the 9 on me f**, Devil's design shooting blind for me I won the belt like seven times Couple dimes on me I snap my fingers there's a cheese plate The joint bigger than a deer's leg You can catch me squatting beer kegs Carrying rock not in the sock no more We on a yacht, stop pop a Uie Rivals i chopped them in chop suey Throw 'em in the front trunk Target 86 royal blue with the lip Thick like the one's for s**ing dick You'll get lifted like my son when i see him I can't wait 'til he driving something European Leather smell like tea tree oil in the Z3 A lot of people wanna be me [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Yo, flow in the coupe and move godly Hit 'em with the bag of that robby If they won't give you honesty They ain't giving you loyalty My rap is made of gold Ain't no bullsh** destroying me sh** i been that guy Gold chains, gold frame Son, I've been that fly I got pierogis that'll break curfew to break a n***a face Shoot you with your gun Take the hammer off a n***a waist I'm off the scene, I'm seen when i'm supposed to be Never let the money escape i keep it close to me I keep my bank accounts full and my nuts empty Low hanging fruit taste good, sometimes these s*uts tap me Then they cause problems, then they start sh** Then i think to myself Why'd i think with my dick It's the black Batman Bruce Wayne Who sell 'caine [?] push ups the clip i stay sober If n***as wanna put up they hands, it's game over Lawrenovich [Verse 2: Action Bronson] The moon hit me in the way That pictures couldn't capture my stature Like a major league catcher It's quite confusing cuz i'm Casper International 100 Hello Kitty stamps inside the pa**port Since i appeared on the earth like a terminator E30 got German plates on the [?] Split the arrow with the arrow cuz sparrow flies Channel Pharoah's with the [?] [?] Sport's boat 26 feet Nordica seas Dancing naked on the shore of the beach, hedonism too It ain't sh** to do division with your crew We all living boo It ain't nobody wearing prison suits Tan carhartt's [?] scars like the sheep [?] sheeps still sleep by the creek Crocodile infested but to me it's just a bunch of boots Always on the hunt for the loot [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Sautées and frica**ee smoked crabs different trees [?] the pistols breeze then we dipped in V's Suave rooftops out the American sugar My n***as got the torch to heat the metal for the booker Me, I'm a sober weirdo i still wear low Lifestyle based on defense so we prepare tho Prepare tho i had to fix the situation The crab meat placed on your plate is imitation Now me i get it right out the shell I [?] know my team get locked he getting right out the cell Post bail hit perfection have a drink and we think' How to calculate correctly while we covered in mink Summertime shootouts springtime stick ups Tri-colored Gucci skully's wintertime pick ups Rep from Queens major since i was a minor You might have seen me in a Georgia diner