IGNORANCE IS BLISS! 
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF BITCH!
G-O-D-H-A-N-D TILL WE D-I-E! 🪬

IGNORANCE IS BLISS (THE MIXTAPE)

is it like the hand of god?


(PROD. SKOTSKR)

THOUGHT HE WUZ (PROD. SKOTSKR)

TAROT CARDS BRING THE PHARAOHS CURSE
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NIGHTMARES (PROD. GORT)

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(PLEASE DON'T SUE US WE'RE BROKE)
@novafled

9MM (KURT COBAIN) (PROD. NOVÂFLED)

SAVE OUR SOULS (PROD. GORT)

DI$ SIDE (PROD. BRUHMANEGOD)

UH HUH UH HUH (PROD. EF)

COP CAR (PROD. GORT)

POP BANDS (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

HAPPY VALENTINES! 💘
NEW SHIT EVERY WEEK 🪬

I HATE YOU (PROD. NXTTY)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC

I POP OUT ON THE OPPS WITH THE CHOPPA, BROAD DAY
AND SEND ‘EM UP TO GOD FOR NO REASON BUT HE SAY
THE ONLY THING YOU GAIN IS SOME WEIGHT UP ON YO WAIST
I CANNOT WAIT, SECONDS TICKIN’ BY IS SUCH A WASTE
BITCH I’M OUTSIDE, SKIPPIN’ OUT THE FRONT DOOR, DIPPIN’ OUT THE BACK
WHEN I’M FINISHED BLOWIN’ OUT HER BACK LIKE A CHIROPRACTOR
I MAKE IT CRACK WHEN SHE CALLS ME
NIGGAS TALKIN’ SHIT, BUT STILL LIVIN’ WITH THEY MOMMY
OLD ENGLISH, I GOT THAT 40 OZ UPON ME
I GIVE ALL MY PRAISE TO THE EYE WHERE MY PALM ME
I NEVER PANIC, IF IT’S STATIC, ADDRESS IT CALMLY
BITCH, I’M FROM A CITY WHERE NIGGAS TURN INTO ZOMBIES
TAKE YOU TO THE TENDERLOIN, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD
WHERE THEY FLIPPIN’ CELLPHONES, JUNKIE HOES GIVIN’ HEAD TO TRICKS
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH LIKE A RABBIT, NOT TALKIN’ TRIX
SERIAL NUMBER UP ON THE GUN IS SCRATCH AND SNIFF
I TOLD MY HOMIE TAKE THE STICKER OFF THE BACK OF YOUR WHIP
YOU SHOULDA CUT IT UP, BITCH
TOUCH A BRICK LIKE I DO CONSTRUCTION, THE GLOCK MAKE ‘EM DROP IT TO THE FLOOR
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT FUNCTION

EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH


MONGO:
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH WHILE YOU ON THE BLOCK TRICKIN’
DOIN’ DIRT LIKE I’M DIGGIN’, ALWAYS GETTIN’ TO MY CHICKEN
MONGO WENT FROM 9 TO 5s BIPPIN’ ALL MY VICTIMS
TO A SKYRISE, I CAN SEE THE CITY WHERE I’M LIVIN’
I HAD TO DO THIS SHIT WITH GONDA
PUFFIN’ ON MY COMMAS, RIDIN’ ROUND IN THAT HONDA
STRONG MARIJUANA, THE ONLY THING THAT I’M FOND OF
I LIKE SOME BITCHES BLONDE, I LIKE SOME THAT LOOK LIKE OBAMA
STEPPIN’ IN THE PLAGUE, I AIN’T ROCKIN’ NO DAMN PRADA
PULL UP LOOKIN’ PROPER, I GET DOLLARS OFF MY PRODUCT
AND IF YOU WANT IT, YOU CAN GET IT MY DAWG
IF YOU CAN NAME IT, I PROMISE THAT I’M WITH IT MY DAWG
MIGHT GO BACK TO MY OLD WAYS AND HIT A LICK WITH MY DAWG
TALKIN’ SMACK, I PULL UP WIT A STICK WITH MY DAWG
THAT’S MY DAWG, THAT’S MY DAWG
I GET TO LICKIN’ MY PAWS, YOU APPALLED
IN YA BROAD, THAT’S WHERE I’M STICKIN’ MY BALLS
WE AIN’T THE SAME MUTHAFUCKA, YOU AIN’T WIT IT AT ALL
AND I CAN PUT YOU SIX FEET UNDER WITH NO FEELINGS INVOLVED
CUZ EVERYBODY WANNA FUCK WITH THE HAND
UNTIL THAT STICK GO BLICK, BLING, BLAOW AND YA MANS IN THE SAND
IT LOOK LIKE AFGHANISTAN WITH THE MAC IN MY HANDS
I PUT YA GANG IN A PAN, UNDERSTAND?

GONDA:
EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH

IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC
(x2)

HOP OFF THE PORCH (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JOSHBAE)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
G TO THE O TO THE D, START A RIOT IN THIS BITCH
WE KICKIN’ DOORS AND KNOCKIN’ KNEES, HOE
PULL UP WITH THE MUTHAFUCKIN MAC INSIDE THE STRAP OF MY WAISTBAND
SHOW ME WHERE THE FUCK YO BANGER AT

HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x4)

OH MY GOD, SWEAR I HATE YOU MUTHAFUCKAS
MEDICATE YOU MUTHAFUCKAS WITH THE DRAC
BULLETS STUBBORN, LEAVE ‘EM CAKED UP IN YA MUTHAFUCKIN FACE
EVERYTHING THAT’S LEFT INSIDE YA BRAIN IS ‘BOUT TO GET ERASED
PULL IT, CLICK BACK, BOOM!
WELCOME TO YA DOOM, HOE!
GOD, GODHAND GON’ DIG A TOMB, HOE!
FUCKIN’ WITH THE G-O-D, GON’ TEAR YA ASS A NEW HOLE!
HOW THE FUCK YOU AIN’T GOT NO MUTHAFUCKIN’ TOOL, HOE?!

HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x4)

GONDA:
H TO THE A TO THE N TO THE FUCKIN’ D
IN YO BITCH, FUCK HER GUTS UP, SHE WANTED ME HOE!
I PRAY TO GOD I DON’T SEE YOU IN THE STREET
I COULD PUT A MUTHAFUCKA UP ABOVE LIKE A FREE THROW!
I SPIT LIKE CHEWIN’ UP TOBACCO IN MY CHEEK, IT LOOK LIKE MUD
CHOPPA REEK OF BLOOD, TWEAKIN’ SEEK THE PLUG
BUY SOME DRUGS, PEOPLE EVIL, I CAN SEE IT IN THEY MIND
PUSH YO NOSE IN, YOU LOOKIN’ LIKE A PUG
BLACK AND BLUE, HOE
BLACK AND BLUE, HOE
I TURN HIM BLACK AND BLUE, HE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE FUCKIN’ CREW, HOE
KILL A THOUSAND YEAR OLD DEMON WITH A NEW POLE
KILL THE DEVIL HIMSELF, I WON’T HURT NOBODY ELSE 
IF YOU BRING HIM TO ME I WANT HIM TO BLEED
I WANT HIM TO KNOW THE PAIN, BURN IN THIS ETERNAL FLAME
PULL UP WITH THAT LEAVE A STAIN AND MAKE HIM SEE
THIS FOR G-O-D

MONGO:
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x8)

HOW YOU AIN'T GOT NO GUN? (PROD. NXTTY)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY, I WANTED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
HARMONY IN THE DISSONANCE
PEOPLE LIVE IN SHADOW EVERY, SOMETIMES I WONDER, ARE YOU REALLY LISTENIN’?
CAN YOU HEAR THE PAIN IN MY VOICE? THE CHILD OF AN IMMIGRANT
HALF WHITE, OTHER SIDE IS INDIGENOUS
BOTH SIDES COLONIZED, OUT OF PLACE
HAVE ISSUES BEIN’ INTIMATE

HOW COULD YOU LOVE ME IF I DON’T LOVE MYSELF?
THE GOVERNMENT DOESN’T CARE ABOUT MY HEALTH
OLD STORIES ‘BOUT A COUNTRY WITHOUT WEALTH
WHY I KEEP A WEAPON TUCKED UNDER MY BELT
NO ONE EVER GAVE A FUCK ABOUT HOW WE FELT
I’MMA WALK UNTIL MY KNEES AND MY FEET SWELL
YOU CANNOT BE ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND
GOD IS THE CLICK, CLACK, POW IN MY HAND
INSTITUTIONS FAIL US, NO ONE TO BAIL US OUT THIS TIME
THE ICE TRUCK AIN’T BRINGIN’ SWEET TREATS, TAKIN’ PAPA AWAY
NOW A CHILD GROWS UP WITHOUT A FATHER
SELF IMMOLATION, MAKE YOURSELF A MARTYR
SHOUTOUT REAGAN, BUSH, NIXON, AND JIMMY CARTER
MADE US INTO SLAVES TO PAVE A WAY FOR SATAN
THEY WANT CONFORMITY, OBEY, ASSIMILATION
IS IT THE LEGACY OF OUR NATION?
ARE PEOPLE TOO WEAK, DISTRACTED AND IMPATIENT?
CONSUMED BY THE MONEY, SUBSTANCE, AND ATTENTION
POLLUTIN’ THE EARTH, UNCONCERNED WITH ASCENSION
WORK A 9 TO 5 SO YOU GOT NO TIME FOR REBELLION
THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT’S IN YO BRAIN
WHEN YOU GOT NOTHIN’ LEFT TO LOSE AND YOU OUT OF VAPE JUICE
AND IT’S TOO LATE, WILL YOU MAKE A CHANGE? AYE…

EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY, I WANTED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
HARMONY IN THE DISSONANCE
PEOPLE LIVE IN SHADOW EVERY, SOMETIMES I WONDER, ARE YOU REALLY LISTENIN’?
CAN YOU HEAR THE PAIN IN MY VOICE? THE CHILD OF AN IMMIGRANT
HALF WHITE, OTHER SIDE IS INDIGENOUS
BOTH SIDES COLONIZED, OUT OF PLACE
HAVE ISSUES BEIN’ INTIMATE

MONGO:
I WAS JUST A KID BATTLIN’ FOR CRUMBS
ON THAT SCHOOLYARD, AIN’T NO 2 OR 10, I WAS A 1
TEACHER TELLIN’ ME LIES OF HOW IT CAME TO BE
KEPT ME OSTRACIZED, COVERED MY EYES, CAN’T SEE THE SUN
I’MMA BE 25 IN A COUPLE MONTHS
REALITY I THOUGHT INSPIRIN’, CRUMBLIN’ TO DUST
POWER DONS IN DISGUISE HARASS MY MOTHER’S SON
FOR THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN, WHY YOU THINK I KEEP A GUN?
LET’S GO OUTSIDE
IF ANY OF OUR HEROES STILL ALIVE
I PRAY I SURVIVE THIS APOCALYPSE OF THE MIND
TRYNA STRIP ME OF MY PRIDE, GRIPPIN’ UP ON MY 9
WALKIN’ IN SILENCE
KEEP YO HEAD DOWN AND PUT YO HANDS UP
STAY IN THAT CIRCLE, YOU’LL BE AIGHT
(YESSIR)
NO HARM, LET ME DISARM YA ARMOR
YOU JUST GOTTA STEP INTO THE RED AND BLUE LIGHT
(YESSIR)

GONDA & MONGO:
EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY, I WANTED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
HARMONY IN THE DISSONANCE
PEOPLE LIVE IN SHADOW EVERY, SOMETIMES I WONDER, ARE YOU REALLY LISTENIN’?
CAN YOU HEAR THE PAIN IN MY VOICE? THE CHILD OF AN IMMIGRANT
HALF WHITE, OTHER SIDE IS INDIGENOUS
BOTH SIDES COLONIZED, OUT OF PLACE
HAVE ISSUES BEIN’ INTIMATE
(LET’S GO OUTSIDE)
EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY, I WANTED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
HARMONY IN THE DISSONANCE
PEOPLE LIVE IN SHADOW EVERY, SOMETIMES I WONDER, ARE YOU REALLY LISTENIN’?
(LET’S GO OUTSIDE)
CAN YOU HEAR THE PAIN IN MY VOICE? THE CHILD OF AN IMMIGRANT
HALF WHITE, OTHER SIDE IS INDIGENOUS
BOTH SIDES COLONIZED, OUT OF PLACE
HAVE ISSUES BEIN’ INTIMATE

HOW COULD YOU LOVE ME?

INDIGENOUS IMMIGRANT (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

LYRICS:

MONGO:

WHAT’S UP MUTHAFUCKAS?
LET ME SEE THEM TITTIES HOE! YEAH!
NOW LISTEN, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU FROM THE 415 OR THE 212
THAT 301 TO THE 213
GODHAND IN THIS BITCH ANY MUTHAFUCKIN WHERE YOU LOOK
I REP MY SHIT TO THE FULLEST, BOY
THIS G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!

NOW HOLD UP, LET ME TALK MY SHIT
I’M RIPPIN’ THRU A MUTHAFUCKA WHEN I POP MY CLIP
AND EVERY BLUNT A LUNG BUSTA, LET ME PUFF MY PIFF
AND IF SHE ON MY PHONE TRIPPIN’, I’MMA BLOCK MY BITCH
CUZ I’M M-O-N-G-O
AND ANY HATIN’ ASS SUCKA GON’ SUCK ME SLOW, THAT’S A DEEPTHROAT
BEEN WAITIN’ ALL SUMMER TO MEET BRO AND LEAVE HOLES
PAINT THE TOWN RED, THE SLEET, SNOW, BOY
THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL REAL HIP, THIS IS NOT NO PLOT FOR THE GRAM
SHOP FOR THE OUNCE THEN SWAP WITH THE FAM
HIT THE CLUB WITH MY DAWGS, POP BANDS WITH MY HANDS
AND IF A HATIN’ ASS TRICK GET TO TRIPPIN’, TELL ‘EM HOLD YOUR POCKET
G-O-D UP IN THIS HO, THAT’S RIGHT
120 ON THE DASH, HO, IT AIN’T NO STOPPIN’
GONDA, LET THESE SUCKAS KNOW, THAT’S RIGHT

GONDA:

NOW HOLD UP, LET ME TALK MY SHIT, BITCH
ALL I KNOW I STICK TO THE PLAN
GIVE PRAISE TO THE HAND, AND LAY A HO DOWN WITH THE BLAMMER
LIKE BAM, BAM, BAM AND THEN I RAN
CUZ I DON’T FUCK WITH THAT 666 SHIT OR NONE OF THE POLICE
YOUR BODY GET LIFTED UP ON A STRETCHER AND CARRIED AWAY
YOU BETTER LISTEN UP OR SHIT CAN GO THE SCARIER WAY
HOE IT’S G-O-N-D-A
PRONOUNCED GONDA, BEHIND THE DUCT TAPED WINDOW OF A HONDA
SMOKIN’ MARIJUANA WITH NO REGARD FOR THE LAW
HONESTLY, I THINK Y’ALL TRIPPIN’ ON GOD

GONDA & MONGO:

SEND A MUTHAFUCKA TO THE G-O-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!
PUT YO HANDS UP AND THEN DOWN TO THE BEAT
GODHAND! GODHAND!
MUTHAFUCKAS KNOW NOT TO FUCK WITH ME
GODHAND! GODHAND!
CUZ I CAN SEND A MUTHAFUCKA TO THE G-O-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!
GODHAND BITCH!

GIVE PRAISE TO THE HAND (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:

YEAH…
MONGO KILL A PUNK, KILL A FED, KILL A BOZO
FROM THE NORTH, WELL-FED, WITH A CHOKEHOLD
ON THE GAME, ALL THESE LAMES TRYNA POGO ON MY DICK SLO-MO
I’M FROM WHERE YOU WON’T GO
FROM THE PEOPLE WITH THE NEEDLE IN THEY SOLES, HOE
THAT’S WHY I COULD NEVER SWITCH UP ON MY BRO, HOE
I TOLD GONDA HOLD A .38, IF I GO, WE BOTH GO
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO, HOE
REACH PARADISE, IF YOU WANT SOMETHIN’ GOTTA BUSS IT
IF YOU PAY THE PRICE, CAN’T GO BACK
BETTER PICK UP YA SLACK, CUZ IF YOU TRICK AND YOU WACK 
SOMEONE PUT THE STICK IN YA BACK AND LET IT BLOW
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO
STICK IN MY LAP AND ANOTHER BLICK IN THE BACK FOR WHAT I DON’T
IF A SUCKA UP IT, IF I DON’T FEEL LIKE KICKIN’ THE BUCKET ALL I CAN DO
IS LET IT BLOW

ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

GONDA:
GONDA, SMOKIN’ COPS, SMOKIN’ FEDS, SMOKIN’ ZAZA
FROM THE BAY WHERE I STAY WITH THE FA FA
ON THE GANG, ALL THESE LAMES SPITTIN’ CACA
ALL THESE COPYCAT NIGGAS, YOU KNOW I’M YO PAPA
AND YOU KNOW A REAL NIGGA HAD TO POP OFF
SMOKIN’ BIG DOPE, YOU KNOW I CANNOT COUGH
WATCHIN’ ALL THESE PUSSY MUTHAFUCKAS DROP OFF
SHE WAS SUCKIN’ ME WITH SOME TEETH SO I GOT SOFT
FUCK SOME FAKE TITTIES, BITCH, I NEED A REAL HOE
IF SHE GOT A BBL, BITCH, SHE GOTTA GO
I NEED A FILIPINO BITCH, FRESH OFF THE BOAT
BROWN SKIN WITH THE BLACK HAIR, DROP IT LOW
I BEEN GETTIN’ MONEY, I DON’T GOTTA STEAL, HOE
PULL UP ON THE BLOCK, CHOPPA MADE OF STEEL, HOE
ACTIN’ FED, BITCH I KNOW YOU NEED A MEAL, HOE
ACTIN’ LIKE SOME FEDS, STOMP ‘EM OUT WITH THE STEEL TOE

MONGO:
ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

YOU KNOW HOW IT GO (PROD. CALDER)

🇺🇸 TO DA 🇬🇧 
SHOUTOUT BROKIE & BVDLVD! 🪬

GODHANDUK (W/ ISSBROKIE & BVDLVD) (PROD. NXTTY)

WE LOVE EVERYBODY (IT'S STILL FUCK EVERYBODY)

IT'S STILL FUCK EVERYBODY (PROD. BUMBOI)

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

SUBWOOFER IN THE TRUNK MAKE ‘EM VIBRATE
HENNY IN THE CUP HOW I HYDRATE
WALK UP IN THE ROOM, YOU CAN SEE THE HOES MIGRATE
BITCH I’M GOIN’ UP LIKE THE CRIME RATE
I DON’T EVER STOP, GIVE A FUCK WHAT THE SIGN SAY?
EVERY SINGLE RULE, I VIOLATE
YOU TRYNA GET OLDER AND DIE IN YA SLEEP
THE WAY I’M LIVIN’, BITCH I’M PROBABLY GONNA DIE AWAKE
SHE TRYNA TAKE E, I GIVE HER ASS A BEAN
SHE POP IT THEN I WATCH HER EYES DILATE
SHE TRYNA POP A PERC BUT HER PERC DON’T WORK
PULL UP ON THE GUY WHO SOLD IT AND ANNIHILATE

TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

MONGO:
MONEY SPREAD ON MY NIGHTSTAND
BLUES TAKE THE COLOR OUT YO FACE, LEAVE ‘EM TERRIFIED
EVERY CITY, BITCHES SUCKIN’ DICK
CHECK A TRICK, LEAVE HIS ASS BLUE, BITCH I’M VERIFIED
GOT THE BLURPERS ON MY TAIL
CAN’T KICK IT WITH A SUCKA WHO GET PARANOID AND PARALYZED
TAPED UP 4 SIDES, COVER BOTH EYES
LEAVE HIM IN A CARDBOARD BOX WITH NO AIR INSIDE
DRO THAT I’M BLOWIN’ ON LIFT WEIGHTS
GOT ME LOOKIN’ LIKE THE ACTORS IN THE MOVIE PARASITE
BITCH THIS BALLIN’ IS HEREDITARY
HUSTLE LIKE MY POPS, BITCH HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO PAIR A 5
PAIR A 10, PAIR A HUNNID
STEPPED INTO THE MALL AND I BALLED LIKE BUDDEN
STICK MY FINGERS IN HER BUTT LIKE A PUPPET
BOUGHT HER ASS A GEM, NOW SHE SUCKIN’ IT IN PUBLIC
REAL PIECE OF SHIT SHIT TALKER
IMMA GET UP IN HER INSIDES LIKE A SKINWALKER
SHE WANT A DIAMOND CHAIN, WASHINGTON CARVER
BUY HER ASS A PURSE, THEN RIGHT AFTER, HIT A LICK ON HER
STILL GON’ LET ME DROP THE DICK ON HER
PUT A HUNNID ROUNDS INTO ANY BITCH THAT PICK ON HER
SHE WANT ME TO PUT A RING ON HER
CUZ I’M ALWAYS BRINGIN’ HOME THE BACON LIKE A PIG FARMER
SHE TRYNA POP A BEAN OR A 15
BITCH I GOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED LIKE BIG PHARMA
SUCKA ASS RAPPERS FALLIN’ OFF
HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BRO, THAT’S JUST KARMA
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

ASSHOLE (PROD. FONY WALLACE + DROCOOKEDTHIS)

NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR THE LYRICS ON THIS ONE, WILL UPDATE GENIUS SOON! 🪬

77.7 HAND OF GOD FM NO.1 (PROD. FONY WALLACE + ETC.)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MONGO:
SUCKA YOU SHOULD REALLY CRY FOR HELP
YO HOMIE ON A STRETCHER, MAKE THAT 9 AND 10, 11, 12
CRACK YO GODDAMN CRANIUM, THAT PISTOL WHIP SOUND LIKE A BELL
THAT TOLL FOR YOUR MISTAKES, I PRAY TO GOD YOU DON’T GET SENT TO HELL
I’M CATCHIN’ BODIES LIKE A FIREFIGHTER OR FIRST RESPONDER
IRON SIGHT ON YO BROTHERS, THAT BITCH FYE FYE
RED LIGHTS COME SCREAMIN’ DOWN THE BLOCK, YOU SHOULDA THOUGHT
YOU SHOULDA TURNED AROUND, YOU KNOW I’M FINNA POP

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MY CHOPPA STRETCH A DEMON OUT LIKE LAFFY TAFFY
LAUGHIN’ IN YO FACE, UNDERNEATH MY MASK I’M VERY HAPPY
I COULD LET YOU BURN IN HELL OR GO TO HEAVEN WHERE IT’S GRASSY
PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR, SHOOT YOU IN THE BACK, DEGRASSI
BITCH I CAME TO KILL
PUT SOME POINTS UP ON THE BOARD FOR GOD, HIS HEMOGLOBIN SPILL
PULL UP WITH THE TOOL, THAT HAMMER BLAMMIN’, THIS SHIT NOT A DRILL
YOU TRYNA TEXT YO HOMIES BUT YOU SHOULD BE TYPIN’ UP YO WILL

YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

AMBULANCE (PROD FONY WALLACE + TYLUR OCEAN)

LYRICS:

GOD:
YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO THE SMOOTH SOUNDS OF 77.7 HAND OF GOD FM

MONGO:
MONGO AND THE HOOD OUTSIDE, WISH YOU WOULD
COOKIN’ BEATS, GRILLIN’ DOGS ON THE BLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
I BE CHILLIN’ IN THAT PARKING LOT BLOWIN’ DOWN WOODS
REAL G, BITCH YOU KNOW I KEEP GLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
THAT’S THAT SECOND AMENDMENT
FUCK I LOOK LIKE BALLIN’ ON SOME PRESENTS FOR PEASANTS?
ONLY FEED MY FAM, COUNT BILLS, PRESENCE ASCENDENT
JUST GOTTA LET ME KNOW, SHIPPIN’ IN THE PACK, IMMA SEND IT
I’M A FREAK IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHEETS
NEVER STOP GOIN’ IN TILL COMPLETION
SEMEN WORTH A COUPLE TRILL LIKE THE TRACKS
IF I NEVER GET A PLAQUE, STILL STACK
I’M THE REASON MUTHAFUCKAS EVEN WANNA RAP, NO LIE
M-O-N-G-O SOAKIN’ IN THE SUNSHINE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D, I CAN TELL YOU BLIND OR SLEEP
KEEP IT MUTHAFUCKIN’ POPPIN’ SEVEN NIGHTS A WEEK

GONDA:
PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

BITCH I’M ON MY SCRAPER BIKE CRUISIN’
THE WAY THE RIMS SPINNIN’ AND MOVIN’ IS CONFUSIN’
WOMEN LOVE THE WAY I KEEP IT A BUCK
WATCHIN’ BITCHES START RUNNIN’ LIKE SQUIRRELS FOR MY NUTS
AND SHE GOT THE CUPCAKES IN HER PANTS
BAD BITCH ON THE DANCE FLOOR DOIN’ A DANCE
I WALKED UP, I SAID “DO YOU GOT A MAN?”
SHE SAID “YEAH I DO, BUT I’M JUST HERE WITH MY FRIENDS”
WHAT’S GOOD?
SHAWTY TELL ME WHAT’S GOOD?
I GOT HALF A MIND TO TAKE YOU RIGHT BACK TO THE HOOD
INTRODUCE YOU TO MY MOMS AND MY POPS AND MY FRIENDS
I MIGHT EVEN PUT A FUCKIN’ RING ON YA HAND, ON GOD
YOU A FINE LIL THANG
YOU CAN HOLD THE STRAP WHILE WE RIDE AROUND WITH THE GANG
LET IT BANG
THROW IT IN YO PURSE IF THEY SEARCHIN’
SHAWTY GOT THE GLOCK IN A BOOTLEG BIRKEN

PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

CHICKEN IN THE CROCK POT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JOSHBAE)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY
WHEN YOU DOIN’ SOMETHIN’ YOU BELIEVE IN EVERY DAY
THEY HATE TO SEE YOU EDUCATED, OPINIONATED, AND HELLA FADED
THEY JEALOUS AND FULL OF HATRED, THEY WANT YOU TO EMBRACE IT
CAN’T LET ‘EM PUT ME DOWN, MY SKIN IS BROWN
THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE I DO NOT BELONG IN THIS TOWN
THEY MAD THAT MY JOB IS MAKIN’ SOUND
I CAN TELL THAT YOU’D BE HAPPIER IF I WAS 6 FEET UNDERGROUND
THE WORLD IS DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU WASTE TIME
TO MAKE YOU ACT A FOOL, TALK RUDE, DO CRIME
TO SPEND YO MONEY PROVIN’ THAT YOU GOT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE
WORRIED ‘BOUT THE BRAND THAT YO SHOES AND YO SHIRT SAY
I WEAR MY HAND-ME-DOWNS WITH PRIDE
AND I WON’T LET NO HATER COME AND INFILTRATE MY MIND
I WORSHIP THE HAND AND I SEE WITH MY EYE
PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY TILL THE DAY THAT YOU DIE

MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

MONGO:
PEOPLE ALWAYS GOT SOME SHIT TO SAY
THERE’S A WIDE LINE BETWEEN SAYIN’ AND DOIN’
BITCH MY NAME IS MONGO, I BE MAKIN’ AND MOVIN’
TOUCH IT AND YOU BREAK IT, BITCH I TAKE IT, IMPROVE IT
I’M CREATIN’ SO THEY WANT ME ON MY KNEES, BITCH PLEASE
GOT MY OWN SHIT, YOU ALL BEEN DECEIVED
INTO BUYIN’ POISON DISGUISED AS YA NEEDS
OPEN YA EYES HOE, CUZ YOU’VE BECOME A SLAVE AND A FIEND
WALKIN’ A TIGHTROPE
TO YOUR DEMISE, NO SURPRISE
YOU THE TYPE TO LET YA MOMMA CRY ALL NIGHT
FACE DOWN, IGNORIN’ ALL THE SIGNS
HANGIN’ BY A THREAD WITH SOME NICKELS ON YA EYES
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, DON’T DROP THE BALL”
EVERYONE RELY ON ME TO BE STRONG
NOT THE TYPE TO JUST BE GOIN’ ALONG
BITCH I’D RATHER SING A DIFFERENT SONG, WORD

GONDA:
MY PAPA SAID “STAND TALL, CARRY THE WEIGHT”
“PEOPLE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”
MY MOMMA SAID “SON, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR FATE”
“YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT OR SIT AND WAIT”
“AND PEOPLE NEVER LIKE IT WHEN YOU WINNIN’
KEEP IN MIND, THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE”

THERE'S A FINE LINE (PROD. FONY WALLACE + DANIEL)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

SUNSET IN LA, THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL
PALM TREES, THC, THAT’S INDISPUTABLE
PULL UP AT IN-N-OUT, I NEED A DOUBLE DOUBLE
GONDA AND MONGO, YO BITCH CALL US DOUBLE TROUBLE
SMOKE SHOP SELLIN’ FRONTO
AIN’T NO ID CHECK FOR ME, I NEED IT PRONTO
SAID HE TRYNA COP A SACK, DONDE Y CUANDO?
WHITE LIKE A BRONCO, MY STICK COME WITH A BONGO
LONG DAY AT WORK, YEAH
PUT MY FEET UP ON THE COUCH, FLATSCREEN LED TV
WATCHIN’ DVDS, WEED GOT NO SEEDS
CBD AND THE TERPENES, SHAWTY SNORTIN’ POWDER LIKE IT’S BIRD FEED
THAT AIN’T FOR ME, IT MAKE ME FEEL LAME
I COULD GIVE YOU ONE BUT I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH PILLS MANE
DRO ALL I NEED TO GO RIGHT UP THRU THE CEILING
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN, TURN MY PHONE OFF AND CHILL MANE

EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

MONGO:
IF YOU KNOW WHERE I’M FROM, YOU KNOW THE GAME
PARTY IN DC, CRANKIN’ YAY
HOMIES ON THE BLOCK, HOES ON THE BLADE
UNCLE ON THE ROCK, WELCOME TO THE BAY
CROSS THE BRIDGE WITH MY BITCH, WHAT WE FINNA HIT?
HAIGHT STREET FOR THE THREADS, AFTER THAT IT’S TWIN
PEAKS, SMOKIN’ WEED, DON’T EVEN NEED TO SPEAK
TRYNA FIND MY PEACE WITH EVIL IN THE STREETS
I’M JUST TRYNA CHILL EVERY DAMN DAY
LET ME KNOW WHAT’S GOOD BRO, I GOT GAS FADE
MONGO NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE RAT RACE
I LIKE TO SIT DOWN, SAVOR HOW THE PACK TASTES
LIFE IS SHORT, DEATH IS LONG
CAN’T COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I PLAYED MY FAVORITE SONG
KEEP IT CHILL, AIN’T NOTHIN’ WRONG
DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU’LL GET TO SING ALONG

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

CHILL TF OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + S3V3NTHEAVEN)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
NEVER LACK, DON’T SETTLE HOE
I JUST BOUGHT A BRAND NEW MAC, NU-METAL
TWO FIRE MODES AND A 30 CLIP
HANDLE LIKE A DREAM, AND IT BLAST THRU DEVILS HOE X2

IT’S GETTIN’ HOT OUTSIDE
COLD IN THE STREETS, KEEP A ROCKER IN MY RIDE
NO PRIDE, JUST A WILL TO SURVIVE
KEEP PILLS FOR THE THRILL TO SUBSIDE
CREEP ROUND THE CORNER, HEAT PACKED IN
PEACE AIN’T FREE, DEATH LOOM WITH A BLACK GRIN
STAY WITH THE PROGRAM, PRAY IT DON’T JAM
WHEN THE DEVILS ON YA BACK SHOW FACE
COMIN’ STRAPPED IN THE OPEN
BROAD DAY, IT COULD HAPPEN ANY WAY
BITCH, ANY TIME, IT DON’T MATTER IF A MUTHAFUCKA EARNED IT
MUTHAFUCKAS WILL DO ANY CRIME FOR ANY DIME
IF YOU LACK, PAY A HEAVY PRICE FOR CERTAIN
THERE’S NO WISHING WELL
WRAP YOU IN A RAG AND THROW YOU DOWN THE WISHING WELL
MUTHAFUCKAS PISSED AND BROKE, THE SMOKE AND PISS TO COPE
RISK THE SOUL TO SUPPLEMENT THE HOPE
AND FOR THE FAMILY, LEAVE A CARCASS
REMAINDER OF A LIFETIME OF HARDSHIP
YOU BETTER STAY IN THAT APARTMENT
BLINDS SHUT, DON’T BECOME A TARGET MY DAWG
IT’S GETTIN’ HOT OUTSIDE
COLD IN THE STREETS, KEEP A CHOPPA BY MY SIDE
NO PRIDE, JUST A WILL TO SURVIVE
SMILE IN THE FACE OF DEATH, STAY ALIVE

NEVER LACK, DON’T SETTLE HOE
I JUST BOUGHT A BRAND NEW MAC, NU-METAL
TWO FIRE MODES AND A 30 CLIP
HANDLE LIKE A DREAM, AND IT BLAST THRU DEVILS HOE

GONDA:
WHEN I’M ALL ALONE, I GET IN MY ZONE
SITTIN’ WHILE I’M WRITIN’ WITH THE PEN
I DO IT FOR MY FAMILY, I DO IT FOR MY FRIENDS
AND MY KIDS, GRIP THE STRAP AND I’M KNOCKIN’ OFF LIDS
GRIP THE STRAP LIKE THE TOP OF A PICKLE JAR
MY GLOCK A LIBERAL CUZ HE DON’T CARE WHAT YOU ARE
I COULD KILL YOU IN A ALLEYWAY OR ON AN INSTRUMENTAL
MONGO WITH A FITTED ON, FRED DURST, NU-METAL
BITCH I’M LISTENIN’ TO PROJECT PAT AND SLIPKNOT
TRYNA STEP TO THE G-O-D, BITCH I THINK NOT
IF YOU REALLY REPPIN’ 666, KICK ROCKS
777 LIKE A MUTHAFUCKA PLAY SLOTS
THIS SHIT MORE THAN AESTHETIC
ALL THAT SHIT YOU TALKIN’ PUSSY, HOE, YOU ACTIN’ PATHETIC
GOT THE STRAP IN MY JEANS, KILLIN’ IN MY GENETICS
ACTIN’ SWEET TO ME, BITCH, YOU GON’ MAKE ME DIABETIC
IF A JEWISH NIGGA WANT IT, MY GUN ANTISEMITIC
IF A CHRISTIAN WANT IT, THEN MY KNUCKLES HERETICS
IF A MUSLIM TALKIN’ SHIT, MY PISTOL MAKIN’ BACON OUT THAT MUTHAFUCKA FACE
WRAP A PIG IN A BLANKET
BITCH I’M EATIN’ GOOD, FEED THE WHOLE HOOD
EVERY MEAL- EVERY MEAL- EVERY MEAL I EAT IS A BANQUET
NEVER LACK, DON’T SETTLE
I PLAY THE MUSIC LOUD, TONE DEF, NU-METAL HOE

MONGO:
NEVER LACK, DON’T SETTLE HOE
I JUST BOUGHT A BRAND NEW MAC, NU-METAL
TWO FIRE MODES AND A 30 CLIP
HANDLE LIKE A DREAM, AND IT BLAST THRU DEVILS HOE X2

NU-METAL (PROD. FONY WALLACE + LODONI + HALFMEASURES)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK, STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

OR YOUR MONEY BACK
QUICK AND PAINLESS, HOW I DO IT WITH THE FUCKIN’ MAC
LET A ROUND FLY DIRECTLY BETWEEN YO EYES
HIT YO BRAIN, LEAVIN’ STAINS ON THE WALL AS A SIGN
ADD A CLEAN UP CREW FOR A VERY SMALL PRICE
$25.99 FOR THE 9 TO YO SPINE
AND IT’S $5.99 FOR THE BLEACH, GET IT CLEANED UP
SO NOBODY HAVE TO KNOW THAT YO ASS DONE DIED
AND FOR 4 EASY PAYMENTS OF $12.99
YOU CAN GO MISSING TOO, DUMP YOU IN THE OCEAN
CALL FOR THE QUOTE IF YOU SICK OF BEING ALIVE
WE GON’ POP OUT WITH THE MOP, YOU CAN BET YO LAST DIME

GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK, STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

GONDA:
ARE YOU TIRED OF BEIN’ A BROKE ASS BITCH THAT GOT NO HOES AND A SMALL DICK?
CALL 1-800-IWANNADIE AND GODHAND WILL COME AND TAKE CARE OF THAT FOR YO BITCH ASS

AND FOR 4 EASY PAYMENTS OF $10.99
WE CAN DROP YOU IN A VAT OF ACID OVERNIGHT
40% OFF FOR THE .50 CAL ROUND
IF YOU CALL NOW, $55 AND UP, GET A BIG DISCOUNT
SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE SUDDEN DEATH, BAD BREATH, AND DEPRESSION
IF YOU STAY ALIVE
RIGHT NOW, WE GOT A OPENING AT 9:45, SHOULD I PUT YOU DOWN?
SIGN HERE AND SEND IT TO MY LINE IF YOU TRYNA DIE
WE ACCEPT CASH, CHECK, CREDIT, AND YO EBT
$10.99 AND WE’LL PUT IT ON A DVD
AND SHIP IT TO YO FRIENDS AND FAMILY COMPLETELY FREE
IF YOU TRYNA SLEEP, CALL THE NUMBER YOU SEE ON THE SCREEN

MONGO & GONDA:
GLOVES ON IN THE BLACK (STEEL TOE WITH THE STRAP)
AND WE RUNNIN’ IN YO DOMICILE
EXTENDO ON THE MAC, HEAD TOE, ALL BLACK
AND WE READY FOR A HOMICIDE
1-800-IWANNADIE
JUST GIVE A CALL ANY FUCKIN’ TIME
WE GUARANTEE WE’LL BE THERE IN 5
STRAIGHT TO YO DOOR WITH THE FUCKIN’ FYE

1-800-IWANNADIE (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
BITCH! HAHA!
IT’S GODHAND BACK IN THIS BITCH!
GONDA, MONGO, AND FONY WALLACE
HERE TO FUCK UP YA EARDRUMS, YA HEARD ME?
GODHAND!

MONGO:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
MONGO, SFC, GET THE BIPPIN’ ON
COME TO THE CITY HOE, LOOK AT WHAT I’M SIPPIN’ ON
EVERY TIME YO BITCH IN THE AREA SHE HIT THE PHONE
I BEEN KNOWN TO GRIP THE POLE
GET HER IN THE SPOT WITHOUT A WORD, THAT’S A ROOKIE GOAL
IT’S THE HAND THAT SHE WANT IN HER PUSSYHOLE
YEAH, I HEARD THAT YOU WAS POPPIN’ BUT I COULD BE WRONG
PROBABLY IS
MONGO OFF THE THIZZ, AIN’T NO MOLLY BITCH
TWIRL AND HE DROP, AIN’T NO BOBBY BITCH, OBVIOUS
EVERYBODY AND THEY DIRTY MAMA TRYNA COPY THIS
NOW I’M OUT FOR BLOOD AND YO BLOCK LOOKIN’ THE OPPYEST
WHAT’S THE WORD? GET ‘EM PACKED OUT
ROLLIN’ THRU THE BURBS WITH MY STRAP OUT
FEEL LIKE A MARINE, GREEN BEAM CAUTERIZE YA SPLEEN, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE TEAM HOE

STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
562 TO THE 916, BIG STICKS
TUCKED IN MY TRUE RELIGION, FUCKIN’ WOMEN, SELLIN’ DOPE
I BEEN SINNIN’ BUT I KNOW THAT GOD GOT MY BACK THOUGH
I JUST NUTTED IN YO BITCH AND RAN RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR
SHE SAID “GONDA I LOVE YOU, MY MAN IS NOT ENOUGH”
FUCKIN’ WHITE, YELLOW, TAN, BROWN, AND THEM BLACK HOES
DON’T DISCRIMINATE WHEN I IMPREGNATE, I KNOCK’ EM UP
I’M A REAL PLAYA, FUCK A NAYSAYER
MIGHT GO TO THE BAY THEN LA LATER
I TOLD THE WAITER I NEED CHEDDAR CHEESE, GOUDA, PROVOLONE
I’M IN THE TRAP HOUSE LIKE EVERY DAY, THIS SHIT LIKE HOME ALONE
AIN’T TRYNA TALK UNTIL I SEE YOU CUZ THE POLICE ON THE PHONE
THIS HENNESSY LIKE HAMAS MISSILES, TAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT TO THE DOME
SHE GOT THAT TEMPUR-PEDIC MATTRESS, I MIGHT JUST RIP THE FOAM
YOU TALKIN’ STUPID, GRAB MY BELT, BITCH WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

MONGO & GONDA:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON DUMBASS?
IT’S G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND!

YOU ALREADY KNOW (PROD. FONY WALLACE + YOUNGYANABU)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW MONGO ALWAYS STAY UP IN THE CUT
CATCHIN’ FADES IN THE BAY WITH MY CUZ
YO BROTHER CATCH A STRAY WHEN I PLAY WITH MY GUN
I’M A PSYCHOPATHIC TRIGGER HAPPY FREAK
HIT YO BITCH PHONE WHEN I GET THE PILLS THEN WE GEEK
GET UP IN IT GOOD EVERY NIGHT, EVERY WEEK
IF YOU KNOCKIN’ AT MY DOOR, HIT CTRL+ALT+DELETE
WHAT IT IS MUTHAFUCKA? WHAT IT BE?
I COULD LEAVE YOU BLEEDIN’ SLOW OUT IN THE STREET
WITH MY 9MM, NEED A M FOR THE FEAT
THAT’S A M FOR THE NAME, ON GO FOR THE CHEESE
KEEP IT G ON DA ROAD WITH MY DAWGS
PLAYIN’ PACKED OUT SHOWS LIKE THE WOODS, LIKE THE LOGS
YO BROTHER IS A SNITCH, IN THE BOOKS, IN THE LOGS
IMMA RUN OFF ON THE JAKES LIKE A GHOST IN THE FOG

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

GONDA:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK AND YOU SHIT OUTTA LUCK
I’M A G, O, YOU GON’ HAVE TO SIGN A NDA
TRYNA FUCK WITH GONDA, THROW YO PHONE IN THE SAFE
TOOK ALONDRA TO LAKEWOOD, DOWN TO THE 1
IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK LIKE SOME FUCKIN’ BUBBLEGUM
PULLED UP ON HIM AT THE GOLF COURSE, SHOOTIN’ PAR
BEAT HIM UP AND RAN HIM OVER WITH HIS OWN GOLF CART
RACK IT BACK LIKE BANG WITH THE MASK ON
BACK IN GRADE SCHOOL, ALL THE BITCHES USED TO PASS ON ME
NOW THEY HEAD DOWN, ASS UP, TRYNA GET SOME
TRYNA TAKE A PIC AT THE SHOW WHEN MY SET DONE
I SAID WHAT IT IS?
BUSSIN’ HELLA NUTS, I MIGHT HAVE A HUNNID KIDS
FUCK YOU TALKIN’ BOUT BITCH? NO ONE ASKED YOU
IMMA TELL IT HOW IT IS CUZ I HAVE TO

MONGO:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?! (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

FEW MORE SINGLES ON THE WAY THEN WE GOT SUM BIG FOR Y'ALL! STAY TUNED! 🔥🪬

DIE FOR THIS SHIT (PROD. SOUDIERE)

LAST SINGLE BEFORE WE LOAD UP THE BIG ONE! 🪖🪬 STAY TUNED!

AIN'T SHIT CHANGE (PROD. BRUHMANEGOD + GORT)

FIRST SINGLE OFF VOLUME 3! 🪬
ALBUM SOON! 💯

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2ND SINGLE OFF OF GODHAND VOLUME 3! 🪬3️⃣
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