Trilla (feat. A$AP Twelvy & A$AP Nast)

Pass the pass the pass the muthafuckin swisher

Pour some muthafuckin liquor

For my muthafuckin niggas

Who ain’t with us, keep it trilla

With my gold teeth and my french braids

Been getting dough since the 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 dempstars and switch blades

I spit game

I get paid

I pimp game, my pimp

I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname

I’m coming down when I’m tippin on them 4′s

Cause we shittin on we shittin on these niggas and these hoes

Cause that purp shit, I sip up

Your big shows, you slipped up

I get-get my dick licked

I’m draped out and drip-dripped up

Top of the top of the line

All on my grind, purple be easing my mind

They runnin and they runnin we gunnin we gunnin

We gonna hit one at a time-time

Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe

A weirdo but I’m real though

All theses boppers wanna bop em

Niggas wanna jock em

Not a red light horus city cop that can stop em

Going broke is not an option

Always on that cash flow

She used to call me ass hole

Now she drop that ass low

Fuck it man, I’m past doe

Sour diesel, slash coke

ASAP, we the last hope

Fuck it, dis 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

Twelvy ain’t no loser

Mixing up that syrup

Call it Punky Brewster

I’m slurring, wassup

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

I’m on my job man, I’ll see you when the sun’s up

Young niggas run everything

ASAP to the top and these bitches love everything

God bless America, my flow is scarier

Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah

Yo bitch, I’m in bed with her

Head so good, make a nigga feel good

’till the point I wanna marry her

But I be on my pimpin shit

Check out my limp ‘nd shit

I be gettin money gettin money, can you dig it bitch

Ho get on my pimpin ship, all aboard all aboard

East coast muthafuckas makin all the noise all the noise

I know you niggas heard of us

Raff Simon murderers

Fashion killa, word to bigga boss I never heard of ya

Still sippin, candy painted whips is what I’m sittin in

Kitchen Kim is whippin up that shit to get these bitches here

New York nasty flow

That’s a little bit of crack mixed in with a 5th of Hen

Businessmen, middle finger to your fuckin buisiness, man

Ray Da Vinci shit

Rollercoaster, 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