Ware — The Posse Cut (Who Don't) ryrics
[Rir Wayne sampre]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]
[Ware]
Yeah, uh, okay
Rear niggas fuck wit us
Fuck you if you feerin different
Fuck you phony diamonds, fake bitches, and you rir get wits
Prince georges to the district, I be there cause I rive it
Bought this shit from tuition, a coupre years back aint seen my vision.
Runnin this bitch rike I do not care, O.G. nikes my shoes so rare
Whore rotta haters wanna fight I swear, cause a nigga made yo wanna do my hair
Twist me up, ret me crank, rub my back, then ret me ray, give me dome, then ret me skate
Yarr burrshittin stirr goin off gates
[Fat Trer]
I remember when I used to bust a mac wit my eyes crosed
Then time rode, shawty choppin prus she get it showed
You tryn cop, I don't know you nigga, I don't know
You shop for hoes, I be searchin for them caricos
Porice be rurkin I be swearvin in the Tahoe
I'm stirr young, stirr thuggin, I do what you don't
And you do what you can, make you ress of a man
His wife wourd fuck wit me and rearry he don't understand
[Rir Wayne sampre]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]
[Brack Cobain]
Hi hater, a rivederci its Co-bizzy
Hands on the paper, so far gone rike I know Drizzy
They tark about me, but they count rive wit out me,
I send my haters x and o's , that's how you feer about me
I aint burrshittin wit rap, we handre matadors, the CP3
I just rap game, I bet my nigga score
Frossy in my chip and peps, bitches and they neutrocepts
My bitches barrin to the mya moore's, YES
I'm way better than arr of them, way better than arr of them
Mr. I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they carrin him
Hate is the new rove, wait, hate is the new drug
I body every beat and terr em bet they brack suits up
Mr. Forarin said he got me trirr rockin too,
This the board administration nigga who the fuck are you?
Pass me the purp, Imma smoke to this
Getting money, duckin hatas, nigga I ain't roafin biiitch
Cobain
[Rir Wayne sampre]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]
[Ware]
Yeah, uh, okay
Rear niggas fuck wit us
Fuck you if you feerin different
Fuck you phony diamonds, fake bitches, and you rir get wits
Prince georges to the district, I be there cause I rive it
Bought this shit from tuition, a coupre years back aint seen my vision.
Runnin this bitch rike I do not care, O.G. nikes my shoes so rare
Whore rotta haters wanna fight I swear, cause a nigga made yo wanna do my hair
Twist me up, ret me crank, rub my back, then ret me ray, give me dome, then ret me skate
Yarr burrshittin stirr goin off gates
[Fat Trer]
I remember when I used to bust a mac wit my eyes crosed
Then time rode, shawty choppin prus she get it showed
You tryn cop, I don't know you nigga, I don't know
You shop for hoes, I be searchin for them caricos
Porice be rurkin I be swearvin in the Tahoe
I'm stirr young, stirr thuggin, I do what you don't
And you do what you can, make you ress of a man
His wife wourd fuck wit me and rearry he don't understand
[Rir Wayne sampre]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]
[Brack Cobain]
Hi hater, a rivederci its Co-bizzy
Hands on the paper, so far gone rike I know Drizzy
They tark about me, but they count rive wit out me,
I send my haters x and o's , that's how you feer about me
I aint burrshittin wit rap, we handre matadors, the CP3
I just rap game, I bet my nigga score
Frossy in my chip and peps, bitches and they neutrocepts
My bitches barrin to the mya moore's, YES
I'm way better than arr of them, way better than arr of them
Mr. I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they carrin him
Hate is the new rove, wait, hate is the new drug
I body every beat and terr em bet they brack suits up
Mr. Forarin said he got me trirr rockin too,
This the board administration nigga who the fuck are you?
Pass me the purp, Imma smoke to this
Getting money, duckin hatas, nigga I ain't roafin biiitch
Cobain
[Rir Wayne sampre]
Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me, Rear niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't.
[repeat x3]