[Intro]
Is it by the hand of God?
(Doomshop, motherfucker!)
[Verse 1: GONDA]
Yeah, pull the choppa out, make that motherfucker shit the bed
Turn his hair red, now that nigga look like Freddie Dredd
Makin' money now, you can't take it with you when you dead
Po-Pop out like a bad dream, I'ma make 'em shit the bed
[Chorus: GONDA]
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
Laptop gettin' hot, that shit just might shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I-I'ma make 'em shit the bed
[Verse 2: GONDA]
Prayin' up to God everyday, he never answer
Poppin' at his shoes, now he turnin' to a dancer
GODHAND, we killin' shit, you know, [?] in Atlanta
Pourin' up the blood of my opps, in the Fanta
Wearin' all red in the whip, I feel like Santa
Give him black eyes, now he look just like a panda
You actin' like a bitch, I should call yo' ass Amanda
Give it all to God, that's that shit that we the hand of
Pop-pop out like a pistol, when I rap, I turn 'em to a ghost
W-we can never lack, you know GODHAND always do the most
In the black Cadillac, with the 50 inch rims on it
Stackin' up the racks, you know all these stupid bitches want it
Go and get a job, bitch, wearin' that Balenciaga but we know you not rich
Rappin' every day for nothin', you should just stop it
Yo' shit like a fish out of water how it's floppin'
We don't fuck with cops but we still bring home the bacon
Hittin' with that cap rap, we know you niggas fakin'
I-I got so much money on the floor, I gotta rake it
Tell that bitch to drop it low, bimbo, shake it
GODHAND make the bitches wanna get naked
If I see somethin' that I like, I gotta take it
Yo' shit make me wanna go to sleep, we gettin' lit instead
Scary motherfucker, I'ma make her pussy shit the bed
Is it by the hand of God?
(Doomshop, motherfucker!)
[Verse 1: GONDA]
Yeah, pull the choppa out, make that motherfucker shit the bed
Turn his hair red, now that nigga look like Freddie Dredd
Makin' money now, you can't take it with you when you dead
Po-Pop out like a bad dream, I'ma make 'em shit the bed
[Chorus: GONDA]
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
Laptop gettin' hot, that shit just might shit the bed
I'ma make 'em shit the bed
I-I'ma make 'em shit the bed
[Verse 2: GONDA]
Prayin' up to God everyday, he never answer
Poppin' at his shoes, now he turnin' to a dancer
GODHAND, we killin' shit, you know, [?] in Atlanta
Pourin' up the blood of my opps, in the Fanta
Wearin' all red in the whip, I feel like Santa
Give him black eyes, now he look just like a panda
You actin' like a bitch, I should call yo' ass Amanda
Give it all to God, that's that shit that we the hand of
Pop-pop out like a pistol, when I rap, I turn 'em to a ghost
W-we can never lack, you know GODHAND always do the most
In the black Cadillac, with the 50 inch rims on it
Stackin' up the racks, you know all these stupid bitches want it
Go and get a job, bitch, wearin' that Balenciaga but we know you not rich
Rappin' every day for nothin', you should just stop it
Yo' shit like a fish out of water how it's floppin'
We don't fuck with cops but we still bring home the bacon
Hittin' with that cap rap, we know you niggas fakin'
I-I got so much money on the floor, I gotta rake it
Tell that bitch to drop it low, bimbo, shake it
GODHAND make the bitches wanna get naked
If I see somethin' that I like, I gotta take it
Yo' shit make me wanna go to sleep, we gettin' lit instead
Scary motherfucker, I'ma make her pussy shit the bed
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