[Intro]
We don't miss (At all)
We do not miss (At all)
Helluva made this beat, baby

[Verse 1]
I lost my n***a, 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, n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a (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]
N***a, 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 motherfucking Mox)
Bitch, you a bum, long live Mox (N***a)

[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'