ASAP Mob - Trillmatic Lyrics
feat. ASAP Nast & Method Man[Intro]Yo, yo-yo, yo90's era Nasty, yeahYo, Ty Beats![Verse 1: A$AP Nast]I need some time aloneCold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stoneThat's the work of satan niggas be hating but I'm a pot of goldThis ain't just me rapping it's real and something you gots to knowCatch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to goWhoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised meI'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play meBrazy, dropping miss daisy, hit on my strapIn my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at?I'm all alone, that's my only hopeAnd be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the realIt be the ones that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone"As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and *****ed itHe mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched himCats conniving, head first into the livest object"That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick"Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life venturesAnd winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters[Hook: A$AP Nast]I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag (x2)I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag (x2)And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back (x2)[Verse 2: Method Man]I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cashI'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm madFor the line, manic depressive, rappers stressing me badGot too many less than impressive rappers left in my pathBetter yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the pastSomeone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the backWho am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clashStart to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cabNo questions cause the answers [?] assLook at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the labStill a lethal weapon but try and bless him with mathRappers never learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em passI ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em swag***** swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ashY'all ain't up in my class in the buildingIt's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death[Hook: A$AP Nast][Verse 3: A$AP Nast]Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboardsDraped in Tommy, my ***** beside me, young god bodyI play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from SaudiHigh off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rolling the finestYou know the El Sucio Guapo, I'm head honchoI sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all knowKilling 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designerBut check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yoHaters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest TahoeWatch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slowNast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effectClowns be watching, best protect ya necks[Hook: A$AP Nast]
