sh*t THE BED lyrics

[Intro]
Is it by the hand of God?
(Doomshop, motherf*cker!)

[Verse 1: GONDA]
Yeah, pull the choppa out, make that motherf*cker sh*t the bed
Turn his hair red, now that n*gga 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 sh*t the bed

[Chorus: GONDA]
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
Laptop gettin' hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I-I'ma make 'em sh*t 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' sh*t, 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 b*tch, I should call yo' ass Amanda
Give it all to God, that's that sh*t 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 b*tches want it
Go and get a job, b*tch, wearin' that Balenciaga but we know you not rich
Rappin' every day for nothin', you should just stop it
Yo' sh*t like a fish out of water how it's floppin'
We don't f*ck with cops but we still bring home the bacon
Hittin' with that cap rap, we know you n*ggas fakin'
I-I got so much money on the floor, I gotta rake it
Tell that b*tch to drop it low, bimbo, shake it
GODHAND make the b*tches wanna get naked
If I see somethin' that I like, I gotta take it
Yo' sh*t make me wanna go to sleep, we gettin' lit instead
Scary motherf*cker, I'ma make her pus*y sh*t the bed
[Chorus: GONDA]
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
La-la-laptop gettin' hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed

[Verse 2: MONGO]
I might cut his motherf*ckin' head off, it drip down his neck
Pull up with twin Glocks and an AK, that b*tch soundin' wet
That lil' boy a broke, screamin' "[?] his bread"
Can't give a f*ck 'bout that, [?] instead
GODHAND in this b*tch, put yo' hands up, cut a check
Only time I'm never f*ckin' runnin' if it's from the feds
I'm tryna get geeked up like a freak, you know I love the meds
[?], I pull my strap out if we bumpin' heads
Ride up to the function, ho, yeah, I'm slammin' Cadillac doors
GODHAND, we back to back [?], my brother crackin' in [?]
You killas packin' them shows, you know we crackin' in flows
My opps gon' get to buyin' tickets then we slappin' they hoes
Lil' b*tch, I pop out of your closet then I eat your soul
Bi-b*tch, I got it, you ain't have sh*t, but to each his own
Be-be-be-be-beat a motherf*cker bad and beat him mo'
Tear the f*ckin' organs out that motherf*cker, eat his bones
Take him out his flesh vest, [?] drippin' red
b*tch, I got a gut, give a f*ck though, I be sippin' red
Black magic, GODHAND, the night of the livin' dead
Boy, I see some sh*t that make a motherf*cker sh*t the bed
[Chorus: GONDA]
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
Laptop gettin' hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
I'ma make 'em sh*t-

[Outro: GONDA]
sh*t- sh*t- shi-sh*t-
I'ma make 'em sh*t the bed
(Is it by the hand of God?)