Fog Lyrics

I light up that gas, nigga, now I'm in the fog They be talkin' bout the set, nigga on

the blogs, Pussy niggas actin' hard, nigga that shit

odd, That's not an Ollie, it's new cars in my damn

garage Chase him down with the stick, make that nigga jog

Runnin' circles in yo' trap with my fuckin dawgs

This nigga hatin' on the set, we gon' get him offed

Walkin' up on this bitch and her booty soft

She tryna fuck me, goin' brazy, we still in the loft

Yeah, I served some niggas hard, but I still serve the soft

Kill a nigga, dump his body in a fuckin' grog

We had to pop the pork bacon, cause he actin' hog

I hit a lick out in Cali left him in the schmog

This nigga really be too jumpy, he a fuckin' frog

I roll up a 3.5, call that shit a log Catch me posted with yo' bitch, nigga, in a vlog

Whoop this nigga ass, hop in the whip, then stab off

I hit this nigga with the switch, can't get no jabs off

All these strikers I keep hittin', I got

A bad cough

I could serve you whole Re-Rock,like I don't play basketball

I beat a nigga ass down, then I rap

About it

Broke bum ass nigga! put yo' hands down

That nigga ran up on Kuzzi, now he in the cloud

I done smoked all my opps like a black and mild

Damn shordie just making it clap, and she just actin' wild

And it's the spooky season, bitch, go get yo' damn child

And I can see him from far away, he in that damn crowd

Hit that nigga up, bitch, we gon' take a pound