[Intro: Yung Sandwich]
Something wrong
I hold my head
Its morning time
Let’s get this bread
Yeah yeah yeah
Yung sandwich
Zidi
Yuh

[Chorus: Yung Sandwich]
I’m a fucking doughboy, I be counting all this bread
Mess with my gang, boy you might end up dead
Look like you from India, red dot on your head
You be looking for your mom, why don’t you check my bed

[Verse 1: Yung Sandwich]
I just pulled up in a drop, uh
And your mom gave me some top, uh
Gucci store is where I shop, uh
Those flip flops that I’m gon’ cop, uh
Spray the draco at an op, uh
Sound just like a Jiffy Pop, uh
Your album really was a flop, uh
While I be rhyming nonstop, uh
This song, it really a bop, uh
And you just really need to stop, uh
Your mom, she came to my block, uh
Now she cannot even walk, uh
Your bitch like Lewis and Clark, uh
She searching all ‘round for my cock, uh
Got Supreme all up on my socks, uh
She like it, she really a thot, uh
When it comes to making bread, boy, you know I run the bakery
Got 12 hoes in my crib, and they wanna shake for me
I can tell that you ain’t ‘bout it, man, stop with all that fakery
You don’t want no smoke, yeah my draco it shoot fatally
[Pre-Chorus: Zidi]
Doughboy, with the bread, like Pillsbury
Doughboy, with the strap, like in Amesbury
Doughboy, ride around with the hoes on me
Doughboy, with your mom, she say I got a good D

[Chorus: Yung Sandwich]
I’m a fucking doughboy, i be counting all this bread
Mess with my gang, boy you might end up dead
Look like you from India, red dot on your head
You be looking for your mom, why don’t you check my bed

[Verse 2: Zidi]
Yeah, Zidi on the track
Don't fuck with me, I'll attack
'Cause I'm guarding like ten racks
And you know we countin' stacks
While recording all these tracks
Me and Sandwich is the boys
And you know we making noise
So don't play with us like toys
Yeah the dough we do enjoy
Just me and my boy
Yeah the cash is in supply
And that you can't deny
Compared to me, you is a fly
So don't be no wise guy
'Cause I only shoot bullseye
Now, on the ground you laying dead
I'm getting chased by a fed
Then I fill him up with lead
So that's two in the deathbed
That's a lot of bloodshed
Talking shit a no-no
Uh, don't fuck with me hoe
This shit easy like a free throw
Uh, love the way my cash go
Uh, fuck with me a no-no
'Cause I love my dough
Zidi Zidi Zidi, your bitch beat my meaty
While you watching on the TV, hella bread, yeah I be greedy
[Pre-Chorus: Zidi]
Doughboy, with the bread, like Pillsbury
Doughboy, with the strap, like in Amesbury
Doughboy, ride around with the hoes on me
Doughboy, with your mom, she say I got a good D

[Chorus: Yung Sandwich]
I’m a fucking doughboy, i be counting all this bread
Mess with my gang, boy you might end up dead
Look like you from India, red dot on your head
You be looking for your mom, why don’t you check my bed

[Verse 3: Yung Sandwich]
I’m ‘bout to become unleashed
We at the beach, me and the boys, we got a hoe each
Why disagree? When you can hear me flowing all on this beat
Don’t got no degree, but making that bread is my guarantee
Now I’m going on attack, with the boys in the back
And my boys all got my back, over there, man, that be Jack
And I’m pulling out the strap, when I spray it, you run track
I be counting all these stacks, while I’m eating hella snacks
Live in a mansion, you live in a shack, blocking fake hoes like I’m Shaq
See a duck and I say quack, this Amesbury, no Chiraq
I’m the best, man, that’s a fact, and your bitch, man, I attract
Got some bread straight from the bank, I’m gon’ shoot you with a tank
[Outro: Yung Sandwich]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
This bread it ain’t brown, yeah
Amesbury my town, yeah
I’m the king, here’s my crown, yeah
You lookin’ like a clown, yeah yeah
Your bitch not my main
But she came and gave me brain
That bag I obtain
And that bread’s what it contain, yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Zidi]
Doughboy, with the bread, like Pillsbury
Doughboy, with the strap, like in Amesbury
Doughboy, ride around with the hoes on me