Doughnut Boys Pt 2

[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh, Buffet Boys, motherfucker!
All y'all soft-ass, pussy-ass, bitch-ass hoes out there
Lil' fuckboys out there, you ain't 'bout shit, motherfucker
This Buffet Boys, motherfucker!
We eatin' good, motherfucker, we eatin' good!
We eatin' good, bitch!
We eatin' good, motherfucker!
It's Doughnut Boys Pt 2, bitch!
You ain't ready for this shit!
You know we out here, motherfucker!
It's Buffet Boys, bitch, motherfucker!
It's Buffet Boys, bitch!
Buffet Boys!

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Double G's, that yellow lean
Her mouth sloppy like promethazine
Your girl want me, she wanna fuck
I said, "Give me top and I will roll blunts"
Up in the hood burnin' sativa
Old-school satch', bitch, I look like Frieza
Creepin' on your block off the green Xans
Talk shit, run your lips, catch these hands
Roll up some 'Woods, filled with them grams
Your bitch drop neck then she gone like spam
Snatch a bitch, steal a bitch, fuck you, man
Bitch, want me to slide? I don't do romance
When I came through, I smell like Versace
Fendi to my [?][0:59], I'm oh-so bossy
Bossin' the bitch, grabbin' my dick
You aren't my girl, guess you somethin', my bitch
[?][1:04]
Trappin' the birds, man, I brought you that bag
None my friends [?][1:08], boy, snap your ass back
Click-clack, pow, drop your head to the ground
Pool full of lean, kush smoke, clear the scene
The whole squad with it, green beams at your knees
Shawty drop neck, made her drop, so weak
Slid in the coochie, got lost for a week

[Chorus: Pouya]
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't get a hole in your head (Pop-pop-pop)
Fuck you, boy, fuck you, boy
Your bitch give me that head (Give me that head)
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't fuck around with them Feds (Nope)
Fat Nick with the shits, so don't try me, shit
You can't tell me shit, so get off my dick
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't get a hole in your head (Pop-pop-pop)
Fuck you, boy, fuck you, boy
Your bitch give me that head (Give me that head)
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't fuck around with them Feds (Nope)
Fat Nick with the shits, so don't try me, shit
You can't tell me shit, so get off my dick

[Verse 2: Mikey the Magician]
Packin' nine, aim it now (Yeah)
Flip the script and give me mine (Mine)
Fire that clip like [?][1:58] (Yeah)
Meet me at that finish line
Kill you with that kitchen knife (Bitch)
Mikey never been polite (No)
I light my blunt with dynamite
And drink 'til the ho look kinda fire (Bitch)
That's the type of guy I am (Am)
A side of penne pasta with the well-done lamb (Five stars)
That's one rack on my plate (Plate), your girl rack on my face (Face)
I take her out, I fuck her good and now she blow me like cake (Bitch)
I'm too live in this bitch (Bitch), I'm too wild in this bitch (Bitch)
Live's good when you rich (You rich)
Or when you fuckin' a bitch (Yeah)
Gotta slide like Crosby (Crosby)
And I don't even like hockey (Hell nah)
And when you got a big dick
You got the right to be cocky

[Chorus: Pouya]
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't get a hole in your head (Pop-pop-pop)
Fuck you, boy, fuck you, boy
Your bitch give me that head (Give me that head)
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't fuck around with them Feds (Nope)
Fat Nick with the shits, so don't try me, shit
You can't tell me shit, so get off my dick
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't get a hole in your head (Pop-pop-pop)
Fuck you, boy, fuck you, boy
Your bitch give me that head (Give me that head)
Doughnut boys, doughnut boys
Don't fuck around with them Feds (Nope)
Fat Nick with the shits, so don't try me, shit
You can't tell me shit, so get off my dick

[Outro]
Fuck me, Dread God