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[Intro:] Yo, yo-yo, yo 90's era Nasty, yeah Yo, Ty Beats! [Verse 1: A$Ap Nast] I need some time alone Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone That's the work of satan n-ggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold This ain't just me rapping it's real and something you gots to know Catch a mark n-gga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me Brazy, driving miss daisy, hit on my strap In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at? I'm all alone, that's my only hope And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the real It be the ones that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone" As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him Cats conniving, head first into the livest object "That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick" Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters [Hook: A$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 Borderline 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 F-ck 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] 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 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] 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)
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