Garlic and Oil

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Sample] "Tomorrow never comes until it's too late" [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Jump out of the sunroof of the 540i, shorty grind on me She tried to get me for my shine, put the nine on me Fuck, Devil's design shootin' 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 squattin' beer kegs, carryin' rock Not in the sock no more, we on the yacht Stop—pop a U-ey Rivals, I chop them in chop suey Throw 'em in the front trunk Target 86 royal blue with the lip Thick like the one's for suckin' dick You'll get lifted like my son when I see him I can't wait till he driving something European Leather smell like tea tree oil in the Z-3 A lot of people wanna be me Uh [Verse 2: 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 rep is made of gold, ain't no bullshit destroying me Shit, I been that guy Gold chains, gold frame, son, I've been that fly I got pierogis that'll break curfew to break a nigga face Shoot you with your gun, take the hammer off a nigga 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 hangin' fruit taste good, sometimes these sluts tempt me Then they cause problems, then they start shit Then I think to myself, 'Why'd I think with my dick?' It's the black Batman, Bruce Wayne who sell 'caine Hundred push-ups a clip, I stay sober If niggas wanna put up they hands, it's game over Laurenovich "Tomorrow never comes until it's too late" Part II [Verse 1: 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 'cause I'm Casper—international Hundred Hello Kitty stamps inside the passport Since I appeared on the Earth like The Terminator E30 got German plates on the shit Split the arrow with the arrow, the sparrow flies Channel Pharaohs with the owl eyes Sports boat 26 feet, Nautica seats Dancin' naked on the shore of the beach, Hedonism II It ain't shit to do division with your crew We all livin', boo—and ain't nobody wearin' prison suits Tan Carhartts and scarves like The Sheik Gun sheathed still sleep by the creek Crocodile infested—but to me it's just a bunch of boots Always on the hunt for the loot Uh [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Sautées and fricassee smoked crabs different trees Grab the pistol, breeze then we dip in V's Suede rooftops, South-American sugar My niggas got the torch to heat the metal for the booger Me, I'm a sober weirdo, I still wear 'lo Lifestyle based on defense so we prepared tho Prepare tho I had to fix the situation The crab meat placed on your plate is imitation Not me, I get it right out the shell A person on my team get locked, he getting right out the cell Post bail hit Perfections 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 for Queens major since I was a minor You might've seen me in the Georgia Diner