Wardog

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance

Bitch You is irrelevant
I am so relevant
Your bitch asking me to elaborate
Splitting and Ripping the bones of these
Fuckers Sleeping on me
Reppin' the clique 'n it's all permanent, uh
Can't wipe off these deeds uh yeah...

Acting like you really know me, You aint know a thing
All these motherfuckers thinking that they know the gang
Y'all just riding waves like my bitches Y'all sound the same
Coked up, drugged up, snorting drip like zombies you man fucking lame

Now we bossed up
On the first try
Spitting bars set me in boxed room tonight
Used to play in a bands, now I'm making bands on my own right
I don't need a pen or paper spiting out my mind right

Come a long way
But I'm lonely
I'ma roleplay
'Til I blow the fuck up and become a celebrity
Status, haters hate us
Haters are the reason why I keep it going I love the attention

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance

That bitch up to something
Yeah she up to something
I don't trust a damn thing
She fooling me
Acting like it's nothing
That bitch up to something
Yeah she up to something
I don't trust a damn thing
She fooling me
Acting like it's nothing

Riding round with the clique on the lowkey
Your bitch, uh, on her knees when she see me
I'm a boss counting racks to the ceiling
I aint talking paper, talking bodies that I'm stealing
It's stinking, It's reeking of fucking bodies I'm burning leave in the ground
Your mother must be proud (haha)
Fuck that bitch one more time for the fuck of it
She a boring thot, she a whore for the fuck of it

Deadman you a fucking deadman
Wit' the switchblade you aint ever getting up now
You's a body bag, told you I got me a bag now
Keep my name out your mouth, Keep my name out your mouth

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance

I'm a WARDOG, in the fog, in the distance
The forest the place of many incidents
Talk that shit, Talk that shit
Run your mouth too much, I'ma stitch it to zip up back this instance