YOU ALREADY KNOW

[Intro: GONDA]
Bitch
Ahaha!
It's GODHAND back in this bitch
GONDA, MONGO, and Fony Wallace
Here to fuck up your eardrums, you hear me?
GODHAND

[Chorus: MONGO]
Stack my bread, count my dough
Buster, you already know
G-O-D on yo' screen, servin' all these goddamn fiends
Count my chips, fuck my bitch
Tryna' get all my partners rich
G-O-D on yo' phone, who the fuck you trippin' on?

[Verse 1: MONGO]
(Aye)
Who the fuck you trippin' on?
MONGO
SFZ, get to pimpin' on
Come to the city, hoe
Look at what I'm sippin' on
Every time yo' bitch in the area, she hit the phone (She hit the phone)
(Aye)
I-I-I been known to grip the pole
Hit her in the spot without a word, that's a rookie goal
I-I-I-It's the hand that she want in her pussy hole
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, I heard that you was poppin', but I could be wrong
Prolly am
(Aye)
MONGO off the fizz, ain't no molly bitch
Twirl and he drop, and yo' bodied bitch, obvious
Everybody and they dirty mama tryna' copy this
Now I'm out for blood and your plot lookin' the oppiest (Boom)
(Aye)
W-W-W-What's the word, get 'em backed out
Rollin' through the burbs with my strap out
Feel like a marine-ine-green beam colorize your spleen, hoe
G-O-D-H-A-N-D the team, hoe (Boom)
(Aye)

[Chorus: MONGO]
Stack my bread, count my dough
Buster, you already know
G-O-D on yo' screen, servin' all these goddamn fiends
Count my chips, fuck my bitch
Tryna' get all my partners rich
G-O-D on yo' phone, who the fuck you trippin' on?

[Verse 2: GONDA]
Who-Who
Who-Who-Who the fuck you trippin' on?
5-6-2 to the 9-1-6, big sticks, tough
In my true religion, fuckin' women, sellin' dope
I been sinnin' but I know that God got my back though (Boom)
I just nutted in yo' bitch and just ran 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
(Aye)
I'm a real player, fuck a naysayer
Might go to the bay, then LA later
(Aye)
Tell 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 unless I see you, 'cause the police on the phone
This Hennessey 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?

[Chorus: MONGO]
Stack my bread, count my dough
Buster, you already know
G-O-D on yo' screen, servin' all these goddamn fiends
Count my chips, fuck my bitch
Tryna' get all my partners rich
G-O-D on yo' phone, who the fuck you trippin' on?

[Outro: GONDA]
Yeah
Who the fuck you trippin' on, dumbass?
It's G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND