[Chorus: Shad Da God]
I don't care none bout your pain
We catch a flitch to ease that shit
You ain't sent a hundred thousand you ain't up that n***a wrist
I pull up in that truck I swear to god for that shit
I pop percs up in that shit, I might doze off in that shit
Six drugs n***a don't overboard it
We in the street and we overboard it
N***a don't approach me don't overboard it
N***a I got that forty and I'm gon' overboard it
(N***a I'm gon overboard it)

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
OG red and it clean, I just left Atlanta with racks on me
Bitch you acting like your pussy life [?]
Bitch you acting like like you don't know I hang around dope fiends
Bitch you acting like I won't pull up with some red beams
N***a play with my shit n***a them n***as they dead to me
We gone slaughter like them n***as in that sixty three
Slide up in that Benz with that shit it don’t got no key
Pull up on that strap music and [?]
23 the green street like twenty three the green
It ain't no degrees the AP it ain’t no degrees
Put like two zips in the Fanta while I roll the weed

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
I don't care none bout your pain
We catch a flitch to ease that shit
You ain’t sent a hundred thousand you ain't up that n***a wrist
I pull up in that truck I swear to god for that shit
I pop percs up in that shit, I might doze off in that shit
Six drugs n***a don't overboard it
We in the street and we overboard it
N***a don't approach me don't overboard it
N***a I got that forty and I'm gon' overboard it
(N***a I'm gon overboard it)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Never ever go an extra mile tryin' to please a bitch
N***a you was cool while I was broke
Why you want to act now I'm rich
I rather catch flights I don't got no feelings
Pulled off the lot chopped the ceiling
Hatin' on the low while I'm tryna' get millions
(Hatin' on the low while I'm tryna' get millions?)
No I'm not a average I'm not a civilian done made me a killin'
Bitch I'm not a rapper I'm a dealer
Came from the trap house I made me a killin'
Just look at they face boy them boys lookin jealous
Coke on the floor by my Maison Margielas

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
I don't care none bout your pain
We catch a flitch to ease that shit
You ain’t sent a hundred thousand you ain't up that n***a wrist
I pull up in that truck I swear to god for that shit
I pop percs up in that shit, I might doze off in that shit
Six drugs n***a don't overboard it
We in the street and we overboard it
N***a don't approach me don't overboard it
N***a I got that forty and I'm gon' overboard it
(N***a I'm gon overboard it)