A$AP Mob, A$AP Nast, Method Man - Trillmatic lyrics

Yo yo yo, yo
Ahem nineties-era Nasty
Yeah yo
Ty Beats!

I need some time alone, cold
My rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of Satan, niggas be hatin'
But I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rappin'
It's real and somethin' you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket
That bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby, I'm crazy
The nineties raised me i'm just as smart
Probably smarter than half the
Cats who play me
Brazy, drivin' Miss Daisy, hand 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'ma 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 that Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich, but on the low
You should've watched him cats connivin'
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

Yo, I got a funky-funky style
With a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow
Ain't no comin' back
And when I kill 'em with the
Flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back

I got a poor man's panache
I be stretchin' the cash
I'm a little passive-aggressive
They go get stretchers when I'm mad
Borderline manic-depressive
Rappers stressin' 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 expectin' a clash
Start to wavin' arms at you
You'd think I'm catchin' a cab no questions
Live the answers 'cause if
You're lookin' to ask (Uh, huh)
Look at Meth
Breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon
But try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson
So I ain't lettin' 'em pass
I ain't lettin' 'em brag
(Nah) , I ain't lettin' 'em swag (Nah)
Fuck swag, just bein' blunt
While I'm pluckin' my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in
The buildin' It's A$AP Meth
Quick to kill 'em that's an ASAP death

I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow
Ain't no comin' back
And when I kill 'em with the
Flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back

Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq-strong
I'm breakin' backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me
Young god body i play the back of clubs
Clique of foul youngins that's rowdy
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb
My guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed
Rollin' the finest
You know the fronto, Sucio Guapo
I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro
The illest y'all know
Killin' '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 Tahoes
Watch out for potholes, H leanin'
That's why he drive slow
Nast' Diablo, the nineties-era shit in effect
Clowns be watchin', best protect your necks
(Ty Beats)

Told ya all niggas what? huh?
Told these mothafuckers, nigga!

I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I bought the funky-funky Nikes
Got the hat to match
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow
Ain't no comin' back
And when I kill 'em with the
Flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back

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