Ware? - Talking Down (feat. Hydn Prblms) Lyrics

YEAH
Pussy Boys talking down
I don't really care for it
Pussy boys talking down
I don't really give a f*ck
Pussy boys talking down
I ain't really here for it
Pussy boys talking down, ay
Lay 'em in the ground boy what, like ay

Lay 'em in the ground boy
I don't want to hear a sound boy
Im a dog they're puppies gonna put 'em in the pound boy
Looking for your bitch to pound boy, God damn
Paranoid, off another mother f*cking opioid
Always rollin' with my mother f*cking boys
Noise in the void, you should avoid, bitch
I am the model
F*ck your motto
Win the lotto, blow it all, be back tomorrow
Not worried about what they say
As long as I'm here, to collect all my checks, and wear all my chains
Mother f*cker what it is
I'm where it is
And Ware, it is
Throw your threes up
I'm back again, bitch

YEAH
Pussy Boys talking down
I don't really care for it
Pussy boys talking down
I don't really give a f*ck
Pussy boys talking down
I ain't really here for it
Pussy boys talking down, ay
Lay 'em in the ground boy what, like ay

Problems, yeah
I don't be f*cking my money up
I just be playing with yours
Way back was serving crib
They gonna send me to Forbes
They gonna send me to Forbes List
Vegas my home ain't no tourist
Still can't afford all the foreigns
I just be whippin' Ford Tauras
Still got no money to spend
I'm on the come up I'm stacking my bread
Give some time and they'll come for my head
Not in my prime but still put you to bed, so
Karma comes around
Tell 'em put 'em down
Cuz I still be eating with guns in my hands
Bitch, this was always the plan
Came up from nothing now look where I stand

YEAH
Pussy Boys talking down
I don't really care for it
Pussy boys talking down
I don't really give a f*ck
Pussy boys talking down
I ain't really here for it
Pussy boys talking down, ay
Lay 'em in the ground boy what, like ay

She a squirter, call her squirtle
I lay it down, pussy murdered
Pokemon poking 'em
Aint no passing she only give me some
Cuz she know I'm number one
Four-locos make me numb
Got me going dumb
Pussy mother f*ckers get the middle finger and the thumb
On another one
Dj Khaled somethin'
Triple six sum
Put the pedal to the metal like we racing somethin'
Listen, I aint got time for this
You at the bottom of my list
You can't rhyme with this
You out of time on this
This that
Buy a ticket, get in line for this
I'm on, another level
You can't pay to play with this
F*ck you and your lady, bitch
Gold so heavy it'll break your wrist
I've got to plead the fifth
Rather drink a fifth
Pass out, More like black out
I'm gone