[ 1: XL]
Alright ready?
Drop a verse so hard it cracks open Biggie's hearse
And reimburse for every second I've been burning herbs
I re-embrace the face of evil, stench of reefer spook the reaper
Tell the rats to lose the chucky cheeses, Jesus
A couple Brutus's tryna backstab the kid
'Til they see I tucked a strap to morph them to a mannequin
Now who's the man again? Tell me what's your plan again?
I guarantee that I can f**ing jam you like a jellyfish
These bellyless b**hes eatin' dick for four dishes
That's four course for four who*es and afterwards leave four orphans
Lyrical torment, I k** the reef just like abortions
Misfortune, for any foes that ain't rollin' with it
The squad up in your settlement, 'bout to raise some hell again and spend some "?" bands just to dodge embezzlement
Always peddlin', doughboi like I said it is, our sh** it too dope knock you out just like a sedative
[Chorus]
Doughbois....
D-d-d-d-doughbois. [x3]
(Lil b**h)
Doughbois
D-d-d-d-doughbois. [x3]
[Verse 2: Tombstone]
3 14's, three round burst like M16's, co*k in your mouth on your sweet 16. Then I pop your cherry by any means, now I'm cutting gra** like bean-beans and OD got the ammo
Laying in the green weeds with Rambo, b**h gave me a ride then we jump out the bando, handjob through the pants, then boxers, then if I get blue balls get grouchy like Oscar
I'm fly like Big Bird and I'm dropping big turds with a writer block thinking 'bout synonyms and verbs. This is absurd, now I'm thinking bout big words, now I'm making paper like cheddar cheese curds
With two trumpets blastin' with two Glocks blattin' bl**job 'til I cum twice and my co*k starts blattin'
Now she's mighty like thirsty, give her the dick and then she screamed "oh mercy", but lastly you know it's doughbois, we sip lean as purple as gastly
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: OD]
Under the weather but I'm above the game
Underground so you don't know the name (Daddy)
All these rappers they sound the same *laughs*
(OD my vape! My vape!)
My shoes tied, shirt bu*toned, sh** I'm ready
To hop up on this mic and spit my sh** steady
Better hit you heavy like New Orleans "?"
My flow sick like Dan-yeti, shout out to those who get it
Cause that's some funny sh**, make you laugh so hard you piss a little bit
But hold up, it's time to split the swisher just right
Fill it with the green, am I right? Yeah you better roll it tight
If I was corny I'd make a p**y joke
But I ain't like these other rappin' folks with they lame punchlines, who claim they f** ten dimes just to make a dollar
Plan to be the center of the game, call me Dexter Fowler
And I wanna make that real hip hop sh**
f** them other cowards who just make that fake rap for the radio, for the radio, for the radio....
For the radio
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Macardi]
Fat girls are the greatest like Mike Will I Made It
My dick's always wet cause nothing ever changes
If girls try to talk to me you know they end up faded
Dry bl**jobs are damn near impossible
Maybe if I spit it'll be machine washable
To tell the truth I've never eaten a**
Just kidding I ate my own about ten minutes ago behind that shady laundromat
Punching holes in dry walls is my favorite hobby, maybe I'll eat a** a second time in some random hotel lobby
Picking dingleberries is OD's biggest pa**ion
Probably some day he'll make it a new trend of fashion
Let's steal a chandelier from a flock of deer, sell the gla** for extra cash, eat some a**, then smoke some gra**
Still can't wait to hit OD with my whip
Probably end up in the hospital with nothing less than a broken hip