Schyne - Old Dog Lyrics

(What happened to him? What happened to the Old Dog?)
(The Old Dog?)
(Yea the Old Dog, what that get trained or some?)
(Hell naa he just bit my ass last week)
(Shit bit my ass too, better muzzle that bitch)
Schynie
A bitch stabbed me in my back again
But it's okay tho, I will not go back again
Now I'm back up in my bag, gettin' stacks again
I'm not tryna go back to kickin' ass again
Blowin' up my phone, why you killing my vibe
They got the wrong motherf*cker, life is gettin' me right
He better watch his mouth or I'ma clock him like time
So get it straight, oh wait who's up on my other line
Oh that was old bae, okay lookin' for the old me
Look good found a way, now you comin' back to stay
Bitch I'm going back insane, gimme head or gimme brain
You had your fun playing games, well f*ck it I can play all day
But I finally decided that I need a couple diamonds
Got me feeling like the finest, I just really can't define it
I'm Just changing for a change, keep the sense for better days
'Cause I'm a dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways
I'm feelin' like the old me
Old me, I can feel them tryna hold me
Old me, motherf*cker let go of me
They like woah, that's the old me nigga
Woah, that's the old me
Old me, I can feel them tryna hold me
Old me, where them motherf*ckers gon' be
They like woah, that's the old me nigga
Listen, you might just miss it
I don't do disses but I won't dismiss it
All them low blows, you can blows my disnik
A pretty face, f*ck I look like blowin' kisses
You can ask anybody, yeah I whoops the ass
First thing, hit first, ask questions last
Well did you break his jaw? Like I broke some glass
Got a problem I could solve them like I does the math
So silly tho, really no biggie, pop a skinny ho
F*ck up off my willy, like billy I'm really goat
I'm really bout to kill these hoes
Get the pic, no filly tho
Sorry I'm not Drizzy, try to keep me out me feelins' ho
But I finally decided that I need a couple diamonds
Got me feeling like the finest, I just really can't define it
I'm just changing for a change, keep the sense for better days
'Cause I'm a dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways
I'm feelin' like the old me
Old me I can feel them tryna hold me
Old me motherf*cker let go of me
They like woah that's the old me nigga
Woah that's the old me
Old me I can feel them tryna hold me
Old me where them mother f*ckers gon be
They like woah that's the old me nigga
Uhh huh
Word?
Schyne, shine bright nigga
Schynie Boy, mhm mhm mhm
('Cause I'ma dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways)
Uhh huh
(You better muzzle the bitch)
(Woah, you better, ba-back to the pound bitch)
('Cause I'ma a dog, you don't want me to go back to my ways)
It's okay, I'm just a old dog hahaa
Woah, woah, woah, woah