Marc Jay & Yung Simi - GodHand

Hand of god when I bear my arms
Terror squad, squad terraforms
Lil Murda travel with my morgue
How much sin can ya skin absorb
Praying on me to ya different lord
Steel jackets got me switching swords
Trey way got them whips dancing
Make a dance floor out 264
Prom queen, paint ya asphalt
Watch 'em shake it off like a bad loss
In her car suit, work ya catwalk
When she drop 'em draws, we both drag off
Thousands up for stake
Hear that Hemi sang
Tracking out in that trackhawk
Homie made a play
Couple states away
I just helped 'em get the bag off
Peanut butter colored rag top
Sock it to my pock like I'm max dot
Dwayne the rock, hit her my signature
She just want my John Hancock
Country shawty, with them ham hocks
Never brought sand to the sand box
Won't stop cause I can't stop
Won't stop till I'm on top
Of my own stock
Lord please forgive our trespassers
Not what they know but what they know not
Living in limbo cuz their souls caught
Way above my lane bove they roadblocks
Going rogue one on these Rogue cops
Pourin' slow mo but this ain't wok
Watch me lane change tween the rain drops
Stained the AK made the paint pop
This ain't GTA, I'll make the GameStop

How the fuck I'm going beef with a dead man walking
Broke bitch, why is you talking
Take ten bands just to get in my section
Louisville the first to get them water pills pressing
My Godhand be handing out blessings
Hopefully you bitches get the message
This all planned out there ain't no guessing
These ain't xan bars these x's

We descendants of the west end
Just put a switch up on my gen
Blow exotic packs but sell mid
Call me big yavo cause I'm him
Talk to yaweh bout all the shit I done did
I'm off that wok bitch this ain't tris
She hate the way I am when I sip
Wonder why they keep dying for this diss
Tell them fuckboys suck a dick
I'm causing big frights
Tell them go and get busy with the pipe
I'm trynna send one up tonight
Got them whips dancing
These gold chains got her romancing
I call her once and I hit it backwards
Smoke to much to be showing passion
I'm passionate bout this duffel bagging
Wrists elastic
She got daddy issues call that bitch a bastard
I'm making plays out here quarterbacking
I finessed the plug but I'm still taxing

Written by:
Marcus Helm Jr, Tyler Pendleton

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