A$AP Rocky - Pups lyrics

[Intro] Arf, arf, arf [Chorus: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky] 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 Mothafu*kin' P) [Post-Chorus: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg] I said get at me I'm talkin' to you ni**as with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne fu*k Governor Pataki and Patakis [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky] It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fu*kin' 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 b*tches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the sh*t, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg] Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fu*kin' b*tches 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 mothafu*kin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fu*k 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 [Chorus: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky] 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) [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg] Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up ni**a, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fu*ked And we don't give two fu*ks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food ni**as 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 ni**a 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 b*tch, in Trap Lord we trust [Chorus: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky] 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) [Post-Chorus: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg] I said get at me I'm talkin' to you ni**as with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne fu*k Governor Pataki and Patakis