Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out

DOOMSHOP MOTHAFUCKA

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out, I'm out

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out, I'm out

Hand of God ambassador, the knife jabber, life grabber

I'm M-O-N-G-O, king of the pipe clappers, rhyme trapper

I take you to your savior, boy, watch me get this paper, girl

She drop it down, I bust in her eye, she getting wiped after (Uh-huh) (Uh-huh)

I'm breakin' up out the bank

I'm countin' up tokens like white rappers

If I was broke as you

I'd hang myself from the highest rafters

She sucking my dick, feel good off that tight stacks in rhyme patterns

Too deep in the game, we bona fide legends, shout out Project Pat-uh (What?) (What?) (What?) (Boom)

Suckers got it twisted, trying to get mixed up in my position

No team playin', fakin', flaugin' hoes is my opposition (Uh-huh) (Uh-huh)

Your fans told you a joke, got nothing to show

You ain't grind for none of that buzz

You stacking, better off ending that trip on a high note

All phantom black, up in the ghost, get stomped with the wide toes

Yeah, I don't push down

But a glove can turn that macro to micro

It's the hand of God, we stackin' money, havin' and viral

I stay poppin' my eyes like pills

I knock it back 'til my eyes roll (Boom)

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out, I'm out

G-O-N-D-A on the micro P-H-O-N-E

We ten deep in the party and we not sipping no Bacardi

Got that tequila inside of my cup

And it making me feel so retarded

We stupid, stick it inside of yo bitch

And you not finna do shit

We makin' stang every day

Look up at God and I pray

I got that fire inside of my heart and it blaze

H-A-N-D, my fist say you bitch-made

My wrist say your time is up

So click, go the switchblade get to chopping it up, uh

Motherfuckers know that I go insane

Like I had a problem with my brain

Spitting like I was a AK-47

Sending every single demon to Heaven

When I get it started, there ain't no stopping me

Diddy boppin' on the top of all of my opposition

Pissing on their heads, lying in a grave

I'ma leave 'em dead

Ain't nobody can compare, uh

You wanna be in the gang

But you look better staying over there, uh

This kind of talent is rare, uh

Scraping a round, a hundred rounds straight to your body

Now he gotta go

Better show respect to the hand

We can put you right under the floor with the pole (fuh) (fuh) (fuh)

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out, I'm out (Boom)

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out

Racing down the lane, we makin' stang, we do it every day

Bang it to your brain, we makin' stang, the fuck up, I'm out, I'm out (Boom)

IS IT LIKE THE HAND OF GOD?