SWANGIN'

GODHAND, on the spot

We grip that mic and pass the rock

And if you talkin' crazy, get you murdered in that parkin' lot

G-GODHAND, with the beat, and put yo' ass under the street

I'm on one so I'm tryna' bust, we kickin' dust on all the chumps

G-GODHAND, get the paper, cruisin' on that brand new scraper

Swangin' in that 68, that horsepower sound like a laser

I ride for my fuckin' dawgs, the realest since the incubator

I swing the whip for real, yo' ass be swangin' in a simulator

I trip on anybody claimin' we don't run the game

My tracks just like my pistols, them muhfuckas make ya' dance for days

I'm liftin' and I'm movin' weight, I ship them bitches outta' state

My product heavy, I might walk across the road from the hard place

If yo' 666, I'm 556, grippin' sticks, pull the damn trigger on a punk bitch with a dumb grin on his face, get his ass done in

Words undid, I'm the best rapper in the world, rest a y'all suck dick

I don't give a fuck, like a nun, MONGO swangin' 'round inna' cutlass, lil bitch

You heard that shit right mothafucka, MONGO in yo' mothafuckin' home

Better keep a piece in yo' whip and a leash on yo' bitch, boy

777, fuck 666, we slayin' in this mothafucka all day every day

G-O-D-H-A-N-D 'till I D-I-E, pussy

GODHAND, on the spot

We grip that mic and pass the rock

And if you talkin' crazy, get you murdered in that parkin' lot

G-GODHAND, with the beat, and put yo' ass under the street

I'm on one so I'm tryna' bust, we kickin' dust on all the chumps

G-GODHAND, get the paper, cruisin' on that brand new scraper

Swangin' in that 68, that horsepower sound like a laser

I ride for my fuckin' dawgs, the realest since the incubator

I swing the whip for real, yo' ass be swangin' in a simulator

GODHAND, make it swang

Take yo' chain and diamond ring

We ain't worried 'bout a thing, Mariah Carey my choppa' sing

What you about?

Take the braces right out yo' mouth, or your veneers could get knocked out

I count to 10, he down and out

Bop, bop-bop-bop, make him shout

Get that cabbage, sauerkraut

Yo' neck and wrists look like a drought, my jewelry look like rainbow trout, bling

10k at least, my diamonds bloody, Congolese

I told yo' girl get on her knees, she said she can't understand me, bitch I'm speakin' GONDAnese

Other rappers not fond of me, 'cause they hoes tryna' fondle me, and drop that thang down onto me, that ganja clouds surroundin' me

My people tell me they proud of me

These rappers wearing them pentagrams, they tellin' me right where the shot should be

Bop-bop

GODHAND, on the spot

We grip that mic and pass the rock

And if you talkin' crazy, get you murdered in that parkin' lot

G-GODHAND, with the beat, and put yo' ass under the street

I'm on one so I'm tryna' bust, we kickin' dust on all the chumps

G-GODHAND, get the paper, cruisin' on that brand new scraper

Swangin' in that 68, that horsepower sound like a laser

I ride for my fuckin' dawgs, the realest since the incubator

I swing the whip for real, yo' ass be swangin' in a simulator

GODHAND make that shit swang, let our mothafuckin' nuts hang, bitch

Drop it right on yo' bitch forehead, fuck everybody, hoe

Haha!

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