THUG IT OUT lyrics

[Chorus: GONDA]
Wh-when I ride around town, everybody see a G
Y-You can say whatever you want about me
Th-that n- Jesus Christ, how I put 'em on a T
G-G-G-O-D-H-A-N-D

[Verse 1: GONDA]
My choppa like a mop, how it scrub 'em out
Yeah I'm straight coolin' with your b*tch, she tryna rub me out
Life gettin' harder, you know GONDA had to thug it out
Every time we drop a f*ckin' song, the opps barkin' "how?"
I got a bad b*tch, I can't f*ck wit' no putang
You with your old b*tch, I'm walkin' 'round with my new thang
Count so many hunnids, all my fingers got a blue stain
Choppa push your hairline back, he need a toupee
N- got no money, I think you too broke to pay
Got so bored of rapping, had to do that sh*t a new way
Anything is possible, I can't f*ck with the new say
I only talk to b*tches, give a f*ck 'bout what a dude say

[Chorus: GONDA]
Wh-when I ride around town, everybody see a G
Y-You can say whatever you want about mе
Th-that n- Jesus Christ, how I put 'em on a T
G-G-G-O-D-H-A-N-D
[Verse 2: MONGO]
Yeah, baby
If hе like it, I'ma slice him at his neck, baby
Turn a 0 to a 9, that's a TEC, baby
50 blues for the verse, never less, baby
MONGO 10 toes, level with a dumb hoe, no
With a hand up in this b*tch, queue the drumroll (Brrr)
Play no games with a sucka', yeah we done hoe (What?)
She let me all up in the butt cuz you a bum, bro (Damn)
Anything I spit, put that on G-O-D
If I put it on yo' head, then you can put that sh*t on me (For real)
You know the city that I'm reppin' from the way I speak
And you know the f*ckin' clique is G-O-D-H-A-N-D (B-B-BOOM)

[Chorus: GONDA]
Wh-when I ride around town, everybody see a G
Y-You can say whatever you want about me
Th-that n- Jesus Christ, how I put 'em on a T
G-G-G-O-D-H-A-N-D

[Outro: MONGO]
It's GODHAND in yo' hoe, mane
From the 415 to the 213
We hold it down for you punk motherf*cka's, man
77.7 Hand of God FM, b*tch!