Keep Off The Grass Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft 

My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass 

Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass 

Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math 

James Brown shoes, the H-town groove 

Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move 

Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth 

You want a sucker and I ain't that dude 

I'm 'bout the money 

Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm 

You look confused and out of focus; autism 

Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid 

Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs 

My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives 

Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive 

Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides 

Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies, bitch 

I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet 

One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket 

Know that Bronson's eating supper 

Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers 

Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car 

Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed 

Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red 

7-40 ? snitches, with butter left 

11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head 

You know the scent YSL and some good smoke 

I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote 

Jet head cover my head 

New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead 

Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world 

Live in my borough 

Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother 

Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover 

Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer 

Fuck, faggot, pussy