X.L. - P$A (Prod. by XL) lyrics

[Intro]: Yo, yo, yo what's good? Bout to tell you a story about these four hard a** dudes defending their title against wack MC's that don't know sh** about rap k**ed the last one that stepped to us, now we just making an announcement: Anybody that comes up will be put down Doughbois live in the underground Ya'll don't make no sound Let's get it [Chorus]: This a PSA that we don't play Know some others in the way but we gon' take your place Get up in your face with the sh** we spray Got banana clips in the K so where ya'll stay? [x2] [Verse 1: Ken Bedz] Wanna be a Doughboi? That's a no boy You know we in control Put that in your dome boy Tryna pose and be a clone, write off a phone boy In the zone make you tune out, watch your tone boy Lit as a candle You can't even handle a sample Flippin' the channels we floppin' the sandals Dismantle you mambles and shambles and scrabbles That scramble, there ain't no scandal Me and Daniel sizzlin' up McGriddles Brittle you down to scribbles, put you in the kettle No riddles, no symbols. You just in the middle of beef and grizzle, I'm blowing up like a missile Nibble our sound, get frizzled and shriveled Ripple you down to cripples Makin' that clear as a crystal Make your girl's nipples jiggle Fo' shizzle my wizzle your bizzle be ticklin' my pickle (Kenny has a tiny dick) Wrist gold like a piddle of piss Body count's like a fiddle of sticks, if you bumpin' this they you know... [Chorus] [Verse 2: OD] Ripping apart every verse I'm in It's Doughbois daily don't mess with the kid These other rappers tryna join in, cause they losing All we do is win Claiming that you real but you fake rap I thought we ended that with Cwi way back But I guess it's time for round two, no need to drop names but we coming for you What's with all this talk about the second best? There's four of us, that leaves who left? This rapping sh** is our forte, so do us a favor, stay out of our way [Chorus] [Verse 3: XL] You better recognize who the best there is to do this sh** Back from the dead they get to given him a [?] split Clowns and snakes, in the town I fakes Boy you in fifth place not even close to great I'm filling up on money you ain't ever seen a bank I'm k**ing on a Sunday, [finish on you?] as a shank Pourin' up the drank, they too poor to f**ing play Monopoly, probably attacking rappers that wanna be good as me Autopsy could show that Four shots to the dome not talking 'bout a Kodak Turn the flash on to catch us in the night Smoking kush and your bush is getting higher than a kite Holding chrome, cold as ice when I slice Careers then collect my check, like a Nik' When they see DB, better flee the scene I see snakes in your eyes, two one's on the dice [Chorus] [Outro: Tombstone] Yeah Doughbois be on top of the game motherf**er Absolutely zero competition Step up if you wanna get verbally raped in the a** b**h, Doughbois for life XL, OD, Ken Bedz, and Tombstone in this b**h, what's good?