Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Trilla’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Pass some mothafuckin’ Swisher, pour some mothafuckin’ liquor
For my mothafuckin’ niggas who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids, gettin’ 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 gemstars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, I pimp game
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname
(I’m comin’ down when I’m tippin’ on them 4’s
Cause we shittin’ on these, shittin’ on these niggas and these hoes)
Cause that purp shit I sip up, yo 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’, runnin’, we gunnin’, 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
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
F*ck it man I’m past dope, sour diesel slash coke
ASAP we the last hope, f*ck 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, Twelvy 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
I’m on my job man, I see you when the suns up
Huh, 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
Your bitch, I’m in bed with her, head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimping shit, check out my limp and shit
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch?
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers
Fashion killa word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is what I’m sitting in
Get your 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
Business man, 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?