Dog Food

作词 : Martin McCurtis/Dion Hayes

作曲 : Martin McCurtis/Dion Hayes

[00:00.0][Intro]

[00:10.4]I lost my nigga, that shit crazy (RIP)

[00:14.2]Ayy, bro, yeah, I miss you more than 80's (Milligrams)

[00:28.7]I'm doin' forty-five a day and that's on any phone

[00:38.9]And I dropped out of school, I was too connected

[01:00.4]B*****s out here playin' crazy, not from these ways

[01:19.5]Once they put a b***h on me, it's hard to get her off me

[01:24.9]We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (B***h)

[01:52.2]Dog food, yeah b***h, we workin'

[01:55.3]We want all blues, we just got out from the offices

[02:02.4]Dog food, yeah b***h, we workin'

We don't miss (At all)

We do not miss (At all)

Helluva made this beat, baby

[Verse 1]

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

Yeah, milligrams (B***h), b***h, I'm still the man (B***h)

We slangin' Roc Nation, yeah b***h, 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

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

Won't catch a nigga passin', b***h, we all shoot

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

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

Naw, these ain't triple S's (B***h), b***h, 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

B***h, I'm takin' three with me

Now that's D-Wade

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 b***h, we workin'

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

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

Dog food, yeah b***h, we workin'

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)

B***h, I'm hot but it is not June (It's March)

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

B***h, you a bum, long live Mox (Long live motherf**king Mox)

B***h, you a bum, long live Mox (Nigga)

[Chorus]

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

Once they put a b***h on me, it's hard to get her off me

We want all blues, we just got 'em out the office (B***h)

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

He ain't 'bout it if he talkin'