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SHOUTOUT BROKIE & BVDLVD! 🪬

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

OUTLAW

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)

original: https://soundcloud.com/blckk/two-fifty-henshaw-prod-fony-wallace
artists: @blckk  @henshaww

BLCKK - TWO FIFTY ft.HEN$HAW (prod.mobilet remix)

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:

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:

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)

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