Shad da God, Gunna - True lyrics

(Wheezy outta here)

'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-

Geekin like I'm Rick James I'm off the shit
Having molly and I came through with some
With some sacks of the grit's (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

'Cause it's 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 could lose
(Slip up, slip up, slip up)
Lil' baby, you got your drip
On you, for sure, yeah
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
Yeah

I know it's against the rules
But I'm tryin' to (Too)
Keep this shit together and stay down for you
(For you)
We can change the weather, fix the altitude
You got me second-guessin'
Don't know what to do (To do)
You claim I'm actin' brand new (Brand new)
Baby, tell me what to do (What to do)
You thought you was slick, I keep it cool
(I keep it cool)
But, you couldn't walk a mile inside my shoe
And I'm just tellin' you the truth
Teachin', yeah, I'll teach you like school
I'll let you break the rules
I'll tell you what's the move
I travel with a tool, didn't come to lose
(Wheezy outta here) , I don't play the fool

'Cause true (yeah this shit true)
Gotta ask my conscience what to do (Okay)
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
On you, for sure, yeah
& 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
Yeah