Trillmatic
ASAP Mob

feat. ASAP Nast & Method Man



[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 satan 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


[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


[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 the finest

You know the El Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho

I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, 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]


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