Respect The Mustache Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

Respect the mustache, my people loves cash and puff the cut grass 

Of spite, known to let a nut fly, right in your slut mask 

Ring of fire full I step inside fishing to cut glass 

Tongue poll shaking pillars, you're like a steak a sizzler 

I'm like a lunch with no boo dip with the whole crew 

'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food 

Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic 

Produce this hard dick in seconds, make your bitch massage it 

You're like a forty dollar holler from Guadalajara 

Gushing to scamma motherfucker's ain't promised tomorrow 

Badges of honor on the chest the flesh got wounds in it 

Got inmates with assholes that got balloons in it 

Versace blue jeans 98 the scent of me 

Now the scent of me be primarily the scent of tree 

Fucking feedback, play me feed back 

Before I shoot you, shorty take the charge, Steve Nash 

Don't interrupt me I'll silly putty you for the money 

Red sauce, calamari you with the feeling's funny 

I'm dealing twenties killing forties by the oz 

My brain is scattered like I been swallowing OCs 

Beantown to Queens, you hear the rounds and screams 

Where they pat down your jeans, take your money and your trees 

The diamond rocker devouring vodka shrimp and lobster 

Pop you and turn you into pasta papa look in my cara 

The flow's furious, so serious cold killers 

Who rip shit, spit sick, and stole millions 

Hit em with lead and then men'll run in your grandma house 

Clear it out, steal everything in it but the couch 

Term Brady and Action Sanchez 

Stacks of fair bread, clap and peel wigs 

The type of feeling I get when I write a rhyme 

Is the violentest blood-infested killing of all time 

I'm a beast