Dog Food

[Intro]

We don't miss (At all)

We do not miss (At all)

Helluva made this beat, baby

[Verse 1]

I lost my nigga, that shit crazy (RIP)

I mean, we just put him in the pavement (On my mama)

Ayy, bro, yeah, I miss you more than 80's (Milligrams)

Yeah, milligrams (Bitch), bitch, I'm still the man (Bitch)

We slangin' Roc Nation, yeah bitch, you Jigga who? (Who?)

And I'm plugged on the border, nigga, send 'em through (Come on)

We gon' get 'em gone (Movin')

Lil cuz couldn't work the route, I had to send him home

I'm doin' forty-five a day and that's on any phone

Dog food, young gettin' fifty, we want all blues

Won't catch a nigga passin', bitch, we all shoot

I mean, yeah, I'm a hooper, baby

And I dropped out of school, I was too connected

I just spent my nigga Antt, bro, you can do the next one

Naw, these ain't triple S's (Bitch), bitch, these white lows (Dugg)

I might get the head, boo, but I don't wife hoes

Naw, I don't like phones

We gettin' somethin' through the air but it ain't iPhones

Let me put my whites on (Dugg)

Yeah, I'm a D nigga (Buffs)

I got traded from the Lakers, I got heat with me

Bitch, I'm takin' three with me

Now that's D-Wade

Bitches out here playin' crazy, not from these ways

Bustin' scripts my DNA

What you doin' with a doctor? You a CNA

Baby we in Hellcats, these ain't TNA's

Yeah, we scratchin' off, In the kitchen packin' raw

[Chorus]

Dog food, yeah bitch, we workin'

We want all blues, we just got out from the offices

And I keep a four-Nikki, AKA Ms. Parker

Once they put a bitch on me, it's hard to get her off me

Dog food, yeah bitch, we workin'

We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (Bitch)

He ain't 'bout it if he talkin' (Not at all)

He ain't 'bout it if he talkin'

[Verse 2]

Nigga, this a fun fact

After a hundred mil', I'm done rappin'

Moncler for my son jacket (He got all of 'em)

He got the Burberry and Wop too (All of 'em)

Fresh off the yard, I'm on iTunes (Dugg)

Bitch, I'm hot but it is not June (It's March)

Came from the bottom, now we at the top (Ayy)

Bitch, you a bum, long live Mox (Long live mother****ing Mox)

Bitch, you a bum, long live Mox (Nigga)

[Chorus]

Dog food, yeah bitch, we workin'

We want all blues, we just got out from the offices

And I keep a four-Nikki, AKA Ms. Parker

Once they put a bitch on me, it's hard to get her off me

Dog food, yeah bitch, we workin'

We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (Bitch)

He ain't 'bout it if he talkin' (Not at all)

He ain't 'bout it if he talkin'