Album Name

Pups (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Artist

A$AP Ferg

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.05.10

Release Agency

Sony Music

Pups (feat. A$AP Rocky) - A$AP Ferg
Arf arf arf
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
Right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Now where my dawgs at
Frankie Mothafuckin' P
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas
with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier
than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin' cuties
with booties
in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
Livin' the dream
open up your eyelids
Me and Flacko on a island
with a few bad bitches
How my cousin make a mil'
off a du-rag business
All my dawgs with the shit
you with a few cat litters
All the yellow with
the black like the Wu back
Su
Back when I was rentin' beds
I was still catchin' head
If I was bussin' dishes
I'd be still fuckin' bitches
Boof pack gift wrapped
just like Christmas
Gone for a minute
now I'm back did you miss me
Had the whole Harlem
World wearin' Under Armours
Under the armors
I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
Gorgeous comma
pretty much
about to fuck your mama
Kinda runnin' late
for this meetin' with Obama
I ain't mean it to rhyme
but call me
when your mind right
Meet me with your romper
CC me when the vibe right
More money more problem
more chopper more drama
And I got these hoes
feelin' like Mo Bamba
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Now where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Who gon' do what
My dawgs gon' tool up
Nigga look out
'cause look down like
one two fucked
And we don't give two fucks
Where I'm from you lunch
you food
Niggas called your bluff
Pockets Warren Buffett
security guard too buff
I like my songs screwed up
I own a gold toothbrush
I get my gold tooth buffed
I'ma stomp a nigga out
in Timberland nubuck
Young Buck too buck
Benz truck new truck
Big horns tuba
more good than Cuba
They tried to hit us like
Huey with the armpits up
But we swerved
through the bullets
get your targets up
Hood Pope up in this bitch
in Trap Lord we trust
Now where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
Now where my dawgs at
We right here dawg
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas
with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis