Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Nasty (Who Dat)’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (yeah)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew?
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my Jag
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on the ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my Jag
Another deal with Adidas cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on the ass
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
Eighteen hundred got me blastin’
I’mma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew?
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch, ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo)
Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)
Early AM on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
Brr brr
Hello, what’s up? Yeah it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chop it with precision
You better mind your business
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew?
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
Eighteen hundred got me blastin’
I’mma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who?
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew?