Swear to God

Lyrics

[Intro] Epps on the track Jose the Plug Cypress [Chorus: Beno] Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up I swear to God, I swear to God, you talk too much And you can't come around 'cause you don't make enough Lil' baby, yeah, I can't make this up She like, "Lil' boy, I swear you fake as fuck" Lil' bitch all up on my scene doin' way too much But I really think this bitch wanna fuck Trappin', yeah, for some months I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus [Verse 1: GT, Drego & Beno] I really ran it up fuckin' with the plug Pour another four, you don't drink enough We just popped another seal, we just wakin' up Bitch, I swear to God, I'm rich as fuck I swear to God, I swear to God, the bag just touched You got a stash of pearls, ooh, you havin', huh? I seen the whole group, you the baddest one He gon' fuck you up if he catch you creepin' Hold on, we ain't gon' smoke 'til we get past Cleveland Took her out that BB, put her in that GG I just asked a bitch, "Do you love me, Kiki?" Movin' shit so fast, you should've seen me I double back on the bag, should've seen the repeat These niggas waverunnin', fuckin' up my Yeezys This bitch, she want some smoke, I ain't talkin' RiRi [Verse 2: OhGeesy] BJ's in the PJ's Used to run that shit up on the freeway Now I run that shit up in like each state And you know I mix the Quali' with the peach taste I was just up in Philly like a cheesesteak And I love thick hoes that get freaky Bitch, I lay low like I'm Drego I'm in the D, so I poured it in a Faygo Used to get it out the bitch and the yayo Used to send and receive through the mail [Verse 3: Fenix Flexin] I done really ran it up off that digiscale And we be with whatever, if you couldn't tell I just poured a pint of red and made another sale I'ma kill it from behind, I give lil' shawty hell What the fuck a bitch mean, tryna say no? When I just put that bitch up on the payroll I been gettin' to this money, not no play dough Any problem, then we hoppin' out with Dracos We bustin' your tomatoes, I hit him with the Karo We givin' niggas halos, I'm in and out his main ho She thicker than some Karo, but I'm tryna fuck her face though For real [Chorus: Beno] Lil' bitch, shut the fuck up I swear to God, I swear to God, you talk too much And you can't come around 'cause you don't make enough Lil' baby, yeah, I can't make this up She like, "Lil' boy, I swear you fake as fuck" Lil' bitch all up on my scene doin' way too much But I really think this bitch wanna fuck Trappin', yeah, for some months I really ran it up, 'bout a hundred plus I really ran it up, 'bout two hundred plus