sh*t THE BED lyrics

[Intro]
Is it like the Hand of God?
(DOOMSHOP MOTHAf*ckA')

[Verse 1: GONDA]
Yeah, pull the choppa out, make that motherf*cka' 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' to me that he ain't 'bout his bread
Give no f*ck 'bout rap, bump his system off without his [?]
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
You can't get my fist, I pull my strap out if we bumpin' heads
Ride up to the function, hoe, yeah, I'm slammin' Cadillac doors
GODHAND, we back to back goats, my brother crackin' 804s
Real killas, packin' they souls, you know we crackin' they 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 on 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 like the Hand of God?)