Trillmatic Lyrics - Singles - Asap Mob

[Intro] 

Yo, yo-yo, yo 

90's era Nasty, yeah 

Yo, Ty Beats! 

[Verse 1: A$AP Nast] 

I need some time alone 

Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone 

That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold 

This ain't just me rapping it's real and something you gots to know 

Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go 

Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me 

I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me 

Brazy, dropping miss daisy, hit on my strap 

In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at? 

I'm all alone, that's my only hope 

And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the real 

It 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 cocked it 

He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him 

Cats 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 ventures 

And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters 

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[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 cash 

I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad 

For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressing me bad 

Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path 

Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past 

Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back 

Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clash 

Start to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab 

No questions cause the answers [?] ass 

Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the lab 

Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math 

Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass 

I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em swag 

Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash 

Y'all ain't up in my class in the building 

It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death 

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[Hook: A$AP Nast] 

[Verse 3: A$AP Nast] 

Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards 

Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body 

I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?] 

Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi 

High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rolling a [?] 

You know the [?], I'm head honcho 

I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know 

Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer 

But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo 

Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe 

Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow 

Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect 

Clowns be watching, best protect ya necks 

[Hook: A$AP Nast]