A$AP Rocky, A$AP Illz, A$AP Nast, A$AP Twelvyy - Trilla lyrics

One, two, umm buckle my, umm (yeah)

Pass the- pass the- pass
The mothafuckin' Swisher
Pour some mothafuckin' liquor
For my mothafuckin' niggas who ain't wit us
Keep it trilla'
My gold teeth, my french braids
Getting throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the
Pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold
Frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I'm old school
Like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game
I be, I be that pretty muthafucka
A$AP is just my nickname
I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4'
(yeah) s cause we shittin' on these
Shittin' on these niggas and these hoes
Cause that purp shit I sip
Up, your bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out
Drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind
Purple be easin' my mind
We runnin', we runnin', we
Gunnin', we gunnin'
We're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm real though

Yeah, um all these boppers wanna bop 'em
Niggas wanna jock 'em
Not a red light or a city
Cop that can stop 'em
Going broke is not an option
Always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole
Now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man I'm past dope
Sour diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope
Fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up
Blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch
See you in my past bitch
I'm headed to the future
Twelvyy ain't no loser
Mixing up that syrup, call it Punky Brewster
I'm slurring wussup, don't tell me to shut up
I ain't tryna start shit
But man I'm really fucked up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up (yeah)
I'm on my job man
I see you when the sun's up (yeah)
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and
These bitches love everything

Uh, god bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah
(Damn)
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her, head so good
(yeah) make a nigga feel good to the
Point I wanna marry her (Uh)
But I be on my pimping shit
Check out my limp and shit (yeah, uh)
I be getting money, getting money
Can you dig it, bitch?
(Uh) hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard
All aboard (Uh)
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise
All the noise i know you niggas heard of us
Raf Simon murderers (Uh, uh)
Fashion killa' word to Bigga Bars
I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is
What I'm sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that shit
That get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow
That's a little bit of crack mixed
In with a fifth of Hen
Businessman, middle finger to
Your fucking business, man
Great adventure shit
Rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture shit
Bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper
Rock what level we gon' take it to?