Doughbois - Doughbois lyrics

[ 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