[Intro]
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out-
(GODHAND, motherfucker)
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
NOVA—NOVA—NOVA, jit

[Chorus: GONDA]
Wa-Wa-Watch my 9MM go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang

[Verse 1: GONDA]
Wa-Wa-Watch my 9MM go pow
He got holes in his new white shirt, look like a cow
And we gettin' all this money, all the bitches askin' "How?"
Yeah, you waitin' for that check to hit, we gettin' money now
Doing magic like a wizard
Yeah, I eat that bitch for desert
They want GODHAND to sign a record deal, but they some lizards
Yeah, I'm sippin' that horchata
Ride around, with the yappa'
Middle finger to the coppas, and yo' bitch, call me papa
[Chorus: GONDA]
Wa-Wa-Watch my 9MM go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang

[Refrain: MONGO]
Na-Na-Na-
Na-Na-Nah, blow his fuckin' brain away
Y-You try-try-
You try to escape it, ain't no way
The ha-a-
The hand of God will decide yo' fate today
My- my- my 9MM got the switch, bet it gon' spray-spray-spray-spray-

[Verse 2: MONGO]
Watch my 9MM with banana clip
I-I-I might not even shoot, he playin' bitch, I smack a bitch, okay
I'm swinging out the roof, I'm pissin' off the residents, okay
I burn that fuckin' flag and kill yo' fuckin' president, okay?
Watch yo' 9MM, bet it jam again
I-I'll beat you left, allow me, bitch, you in the slam again
If I can find him, he ain't never gon' see his mans again
I-I-I call up GODHAND, tell me what the fuck the plan again?

[Refrain: MONGO]
Na-Na-Na-
Na-Na-Nah, blow his fuckin' brain away
Y-You try- try-
You try to escape it, ain't no way
The ha-a-
The hand of God will decide yo' fate today
My- my- my 9MM got the switch, bet it gon' spray-spray-spray-spray-
[Chorus: GONDA]
Wa-Wa-Watch my 9MM go bang
Now he lyin' on the floor, look like Kurt Cobain
Out in sunny California, we got no rain
Now you got no brain, when the 9 go bang (Motherfucker)

[Outro]
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Loc'd out, loc'd out, ridin' with the pistol grip