True Shad da God (Ft. Gunna)

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Shad da God]
'Cause true (Yeah this shit true)
Gotta ask my conscience what to do
I don't wanna make the wrong move (Wrong move)
They say one slip up, you can lose (Slip up, slip up, slip up)
Lil' baby, you got your drip for sure, yeah
And don't worry I'm 'bout my commas like Des Garcion (True)
And then got some (Bankroll)
I really wanna cuff you and make you mine
Know it's against the rules but I'm trying, go
And I know it's against the rules but I'm-

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
Geekin like I'm Rick James I'm off the shit
Having molly and I came through with some with some sacks of the grits (Let's go)
She be like hold on boy you gotta have some rythm with this (Some rythm one with this)"
I be like "Girl I'll leave you shivering got cuts on my wrist, even though it's icy"
If I didn't know no better I thought that was pricey
I once fell in love with lil' boricua (Puerto rican, muhfucka)
If it was badder than a baby that came off Simpson (Westside)
And she was out the hood herself then I couldn't knock it
I'm use to rockin' these skinnies, with them racks up in my pocket
Gamblin' with my life, I'm driving this Benz like a rocket
Drip is too contagious, all these niggas wanna jock it
(Wheezy outta here)
Better watch the way I'm move with these skeezers